Okay, it took me literally about an hour to do all the editing (I’m slow, I know it), but here they are. The last wedding pictures left to share. It’s the end of an era.

I’m so poetic. Let’s get started, eh?

First, very early in the photographic sequence, there was a bug under the top layer of my dress. How many adults does it take to get a bug out of the biggest dress of all time? 3 apparently. Do you notice anything else odd about this picture?

Next, a moment to be captured on film- the first look. In which both of us appear to be looking at Slappy’s crotch. What was that about?

And then a picture with all the little people in the wedding. Especially the crying baby. And the flower girl who is LOVING it.

Another quality moment was when the Rabbi declared us officially engaged. What is one to do in such a situation? Fist. pump.

So after we got married we tried to do some more pictures, but my brain was, well fried. Or drunk. With LOVE. Example: the photographer wanted a picture of us holding hands and pulling slightly away. I did not understand. And oh, you’ll notice a trend, my wedding day was also dramatic laughing day. Just fyi.

Oh, what? More dramatic laughing? Whodda thunk?

And as I got less intelligent, I also got less capable of smiling. Good thing I have 2 helpful sisters. I’d call them “special” and I’ll let you figure out what the quotation marks denote.

Onto the reception. I alluded in a previous wedding post about the dip during the dance. I did not want to be dipped. I had images of falling on my head in front of all my family and friends and I made those very clear. My husband, his hearing, it’s not so good…(notice the yokels in the background laughing at my expense)

Then there was the always entertaining Harry Potter who at one point came back from playing around the room (in the middle of dinner and about an hour before cake was served) and exclaimed “I GOT CAKE!” Ha. We’ll be showing this picture to all of his future girlfriends.

And last but not least, the cake. I also was quite clear here that I didn’t want cake in my face (yes, I’m a nag, I’m aware), so instead I got a gigantic bite of frosting.

So Slappy got the biggest bite of cake ever. And then shared it with me via a narsty kiss.

And those, my friends, are the last of the wedding pictures I’m going to share. Mostly because that was a time/life/energy sucking vortex and I never want to try and wipe someone’s face out of a picture again. Now we just need to sit down together and decide which 50 of the 798 pictures we want to put in an album. I’m sure it won’t take long. Probably not as long as wiping Slappy’s face off every picture with an atom sized eraser square.

I said probably.

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