For the life of me I don't understand why people put themselves through such a production.
Heck, throw a pot luck and stand up in front of the people who care about you and swear to be good to each other. What more is there?
I reached this point twice today - first when my mother didn't approve (read: detested) of the font I picked for the invitations, and next when we (mom, dad and I) met with the caterer to finalize the menu...2 hours later we finally made it out of there and I came home and made myself a nice, big vodka/tonic!
At least she isn't saying anything like, "Now, for my NEXT wedding..."
This past weekend I picked out tuxes and invitations. By the end of the day on Saturday, the word wedding was only heard following a string of words that made my groom laugh and my mother blush.