Message of importance for those in need of a roof over the head

We are very much looking forward to seeing everyone in the Scenic City and cannot believe that the 15 months have passed so quickly.

For those who do not know, accommodations have been pre-arranged at The Chattanoogan hotel. This is the site of the wedding reception, so it will be extra-convenient for those of you who are traveling for the special day.

Time remains to reserve a room for Friday and/or Saturday. If you are looking for a place to rest your overly-excited head, I am here to deliver good news.

Contact the fine folks at The Chattanoogan, and let them know that you wish to join the Dugger/Scofield wedding party. This will gain you admittance to a super, secret club of loveliness. (discounted rate)

http://chattanooganhotel.com/

Additional information will be made available soon. If there are questions you would like to see answered, post them in the comments.

Thank you,

K

I'm just a goof..looking for my ball

Hello, faithful readers of the abandoned wedding blog.

Much has been going on in our world, as the Dugger/Scofield nuptials are upon us.

In the past few weeks, we have:

-finally received invitations from a lovely etsy shopkeeper in Idaho

-mailed numerous invitations to our beloved friends and family (perhaps more than the Chattanoogan will allow)

-traveled to the holy homeland that is Elizabethton, with Ms. Pack riding shot gun in our sweet Chrysler

-wonderous gifts were bestowed upon us

-i did a special dance for each gift

-we have began using said gifts

-correspondences of gratitude have been addressed and stamped in regard to said gifts

-they will be mailed shortly

-exams have consumed the existence of Austin

-the sweet, sweet temptation of a job I will not get has gotten me distracted

More information posts will soon take the place of these ramblings, but I will leave you with a special present.

Anna was kind enough to allow us to take a picture with her children. So, this is what it could look like if Austin and I chose reproduction over a holiday home, which we will not.

We have been remiss in our duties. Between Target and moot court somehow Nikole and I have lost track of what is important. This blog and wedding planning. The wedding seems more real now that we have invitations, but it also might be the bills that are rolling in (we love you Chattanoogan). We are also focusing on the lightning round that will be our ceremony and our non-existent vows. Something needs to be done about those vows soon, because if we have to write them ourselves we will try to be funny and no one will know what the hell is going on. In other news: the cake is leaning towards lemon, Nikole has no shoes, we need multiple addresses, and I got denied on the white jacket for the tux. I just thought I should write something new before I direct you to where you can buy me a melon baller.

Can't wait to see ya'll for the free (for you not me) wine and beer when Nikole and I jump over the broom!

Warning

As we prepare to send you, our beloved friends and family, invitations to the blessed event of Memorial Day Weekend, we Scofields also will be forced to do more with this space.

Sadly, the invitations and their corresponding envelopes remain in tidy piles in our den of sin.

For some reason, Austin is having difficulty agreeing with the need for a label maker for addressing purposes.

Wish me luck.

K

Matrimony

Aside from the unfortunate weather, today is a prime example of the loveliness of the past few weeks. With the lawyer-in-training around, we've been able to do fun, economical activities.

Mostly, SuperTarget and Chilis are involved. We're pretty cool.

For the first time since Friday, I was able to enjoy the warmth of magical flannel sheets until around 11 a.m. Austin got up and went for a run, while I stayed wrapped in the cocoon of self-love. After he returned, bathed and consumed multiple bowls of Cheerios, I finally elevated to the second stage of waking up, which involves trashy television and bed. After coming to the realization that "Confessions of a Former Teen Idol"would be better received on the 40", I prepared a bowl of generic Cinnamon Toast Crunch, wrapped myself in my raggedy quilt and attempted to persuade Austin to limit his "SportsCenter" consumption to two hours.

Later, I fell in love with Planned Parenthood. We headed to campus to print things and split a Chicken Crispers meal on Daddy's dime.

In journalism school, one is taught to "show" instead of "telling."

Clearly, I am not a journalist.

Wendy is here Friday. Good times! Woot!