A Wedding Story

Mama Mia and P2 have always said they would pay me to elope. Sure a wedding is traditional and beautiful but eloping is much less expensive. Until this weekend, I was open to their suggestion, male suitor still pending of course.

After seeing my best friend of 20+ years walk down the isle, the stress associated with weddings suddenly seemed fun.

In fact, I'm starting to rethink the whole 'eloping' bit.

I'm open to red hair extensions.

I'm open to graffiti backdrops in my bridal portrait.

I'm open to sitting down and relaxing.

I'm certainly open to a limo ride!

P2, Mama Mia...How much do you love me?

One word of advice: Don't leave your camera at the table if an older wedding guest asks you to dance. Shelly Belly decided she would play paparazzi.

What is this? Am I yawning?

Okay, enough with the camera.

Shelly Belly! I know where you live...

Bed Head

I had several assignments and responsibilities last week which took their toll on me. By the time Saturday finally rolled around, I was worn out. This weekend was a rare ~ I got to sleep in. Ah, sleep...my friend.

I judge a good rest by my tangled covers and my tangled hair.

As you can see, I slept great.

Good Morning Little Boy Blue.

I see you also slept well.