Got woken up at 5 AM by stupid spam fax machine trying to send us the latest news on, I dunno, some used car for purchase or something. But we don't know what, specifically, because our phone number is not a fax number.
This was initially frustrating. And then, when my cell phone rang at 6 AM, I was glad to be at least partially awake to discuss car rentals with the owner of the Detroit-area classic car company who may be leasing us
vintage wheels (make, color tbd) for the wedding weekend. Phooey on you, rude limousine company. (Plus now, we don't have to worry about choosing between our 27 people involved in an official capacity. Nor do we have to rent a
motor home to transport all of them at once.)