This is why photographers hate me. I know and fully accept that there is no one to blame but myself. That being said, I have an all but insatiable need to mess, mock, and generally retard the process of wedding photos. It is almost a need. I was able to reel it in somewhat for the two weddings I was in recently, but when my sisters tie the knot I come unglued. The same was true of my own wedding. Sadly had we already not been married I fear that my consummate horseplay may have made my lovely wife consider whether she was getting a man or a child. Some think I fly by the seat of my pants, I say this is a testimonial to something quite the opposite. The ridiculousness of this is only mild example of what one can expect to see at the reception, perhaps I'll find a picture of that later.