I just had a really hard time.

We got our engagement pictures back yesterday and I did a bad thing. I found a way to save them without permission from the photographer. And then I posted them on facebook without the photographer's watermark.

I know that's a big no-no since it's their business and it's copyrighted, but I was just so excited and had to share with everyone, but I didn't want to give everyone the password to our album on the photographer's website; I only wanted to post the ones that I really loved. So I just copied them in my sneaky way and posted them.

But Philip made me feel bad about it and then Hannah made me feel bad about it, so I just deleted the album. With all the comments and likes from everyone. *sigh*

I know it doesn't matter that much (deleting the album), but it still makes me sad. I should've just been patient, because Karen made a post with 20 pictures last night and I think pretty soon we'll get a cd with all of the pictures and I can post whatever I want then.

I do feel better now, though. I can tag us in the pictures and my conscience is clear. That's what I get for not following the rules!

Oh... if you want to see ALL of the pictures (even the ones that I look bad in), you can go here: http://clients.beyondthewell.com. The password is: sp2012.

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