You and Peanut had been going steady for years now. So finally, you put a ring on it. She cried tears of joy that day. Now you two sit in your home, as the wedding planning goes on. Her time in class had made her great at lists. Peanut was half way between getting as specific as possible, and just letting you decide. The poor girl was so happy that she was overwhelmed. She's got a whole folder spread out on your coffee table.

Peanut: "Oh, gosh, what do you think of this venue? Or this catering? Maybe this theme?!" She points to several pictures spread out across the table. Somewhere between fairytale and church; or somewhere between classy and magnificent or casual and small.