Well, we got the postcard yesterday. We weren’t selected to go into the contestant pool for Who Wants To Be a Millionaire. Carmel thinks its because we’re too boring. I think its because they were convinced we would win a million dollars and they just didn’t want to give it to us. At least, that’s what I tell myself at night so I can get to sleep. Anyway, this just means that we’re probably not going to be able to get Cirque Du Soleil to perform at the reception, and the parade of rare animals from the church to the reception won’t happen. This also means I’ll have to fall back on plan B in the wedding finance department, busking at the Pike Place Market. While my skills with the paper horn and autoharp leave a lot to be desired, I thought I might be able to wear a sandwich board offering to answer computer support questions for money.