I’m sorry. This wedding of my husband’s cousin has taken over my life for the last week and we are still recovering. It is the only thing I can write about right now. My house is a complete disaster. My closet looks like a Target shopping Paris Hilton threw up. My bathroom looks like CVS threw up.
Oh, look! There’s my dress! Now, I was not in the wedding party mind you. I was the decorator– just the way I like it. But there it is for those of you who wanted to see it.

Now this is what I want to shout off the rooftops. Does anyone have connections with the evening news? I really need to inform the world that for the first time in at least 10 years I fit into something that was supposedly a size 2. Ignore the fact that it says ‘stretch’. Ignore the fact that everyone’s dress size is smaller than their pant size. A size 2 people!!!

Somehow, I am the only person who can wear a size 2 and still look puffy and big. No, I know that I’m not overweight by any stretch but hello, I think I have cellulite from the tip of my nose down to my big toes. I would rather be a size 12 and tall and toned.

So, here is just about the best photo I have of my and my honey. I have no idea what I am doing to him but, it looks like some annoying wife thing. And if you were wondering no, it didn’t tornado but it did rain like dickens. My honey and I drove separately so I could pack my entire house back into my SUV after the reception. It rained so hard on the way that you didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. On the interstate I didn’t know whether to stop or go but for some reason stopping felt more dangerous. I dropped the two boys that I had with me off under the overhang at the church so they could stay dry. Of course, the first brother fell out of the car into 5 inches of murky water and then the second brother stepped on him.


After locating the one parking spot left that was furthest from the church doors I threw on my hoodless raincoat, grabbed my umbrella, then realized that I didn’t have an umbrella and grabbed a pair of bright pink sweat pants to put over my head and RAN in four inch heels, in the rain with puddles of rain that were I think at least 25 inches deep. In these shoes.


There was thunder and lightning and all kinds of commotion and the lights even blinked right before the wedding. Here is a photo of my adorable sister in law and her husband.

Here are the fruit of our combined loins…


Oh, and just in case you want to see who this entire day and weeks and months of planning and Hobby Lobby shopping was for…

The Bride and Groom–during the bubble blowing walking to the car, because it was raining like the dickens and they couldn’t ride off on his Harley thing.


Despite the rain, the wedding took and she was simply breathtaking.