Seriously, this is the LAST wedding post for a while.
The bride in a bird-cage.
Me hanging out in the bathroom taking multiple pictures of ME.
My son the ring bearer. And terror as he attempt to make a run for the church nursery. Luckily saying IT’S OUR TURN somehow flipped the cooperative switch and he made it down the aisle without running or trying to throw the ring plate like the frisbee it was.
Me with my FIRST LATE ENOUGH EMAIL SUBSCRIBER. Yay R!!
The second person I’ve ever met solely because of Twitter. (I actually told her it was the first because I’ve been friend with fyeahmotherhood for sooooo long (dude, did we go to elementary school together?) that I forgot we met over Twitter as well. BUT I did hook Vera and ave42designs, also known as THE BIRD CAGE BRIDE, up, which got her THE GIG!)
And of course, we can’t be in an art gallery without some art appreciation. Or WTH.
Me and the anteater. (Seriously. She ate ants as a kid.)
And a AWWWWW!!! for the family.
Are you exhausted from my eight week whirlwind, too?