But there's a punchline, I swear!

Here was my day:

1. I awoke at 6:45 a.m. to get ready for our big day--engagement portrait day! :D I had already gotten my dress, shoes, and other necessities ready to make my morning easier. I planned to bring them to Robert's duplex so that I could change there rather than going back and forth. I showered, did my make-up, straightened my hair for an hour, and dashed out the door at 8:45.

2. Went to get my nails done; the placed opened at 9 a.m. Rather than get my favorite pink and whites (better than acrylics), I opted for the old-fashioned French manicure. I figured the pictures would feature some close-ups of our hands and rings, and I really wanted my nails to look presentable. It took less than an hour to do my nails, so I went next-door and got a cup of Chai since I had skipped breakfast. Called Robert and wanted to hang at the duplex and drop off my stuff.

3. Got to Robert's duplex, left my dress and stuff in the car since my nails were still a little tacky. For about half an hour, we acted as if he wasn't as sick as he really was, and just behaved as though we were going to continue our plans to have our engagement portraits made this afternoon. As I looked at him, though, I realized it wasn't fair to ask him to try to perk up and look healthy and happy for pictures when he obviously wasn't feeling 100%. I told him as much and said, "Let's just cancel." I went to his bedroom to use his computer so I could get our photographer's phone number to call her. I started to cry and waited until I was at least a little under control before finally leaving a message on her voicemail. I then called my hair stylist and canceled my "emergency touch-up" we had scheduled. I cried for a few more minutes, dried my eyes, and went back into the living room with Robert. I sat there for a moment before I started to feel like crying again, and went back into his bedroom. When I was finally under control, I went back to the living room and decided I couldn't sit there much longer. I had to go into the office--I wouldn't cry in the office. So, I got on the bus and went in.

4. I carried on my day as usual, although I did vent to my girl friends about my disappointment. They commiserated with me, and I ultimately felt better. I got back on the bus after 4 p.m. and went back to the duplex, where Robert and I had a little heart-to-heart.

The punchline?

Because the engagement portraits were canceled, I was able to go hang out with my girl friends and watch Project Runway. When I left, I sneezed twelve times in two minutes.

Hahahahahahaha.