Brootiful

Tonight, I had Teacher Lady take some pictures of me in my wedding dress. Yes, this was partially that I just wanted to wear it again and partly because of the slight problems with the other pictures which were taken.

When I went to try my dress on the day I bought it, I had Crazybarefeet's daughter take some pictures so I could send them to my sisters. This is how I discovered that dear M hates me. She took pictures, yes. However, each time she managed to get me looking mildly challenged.

I showed the original pictures to Teacher Lady tonight and we both laughed til we were sick. We agreed that my dear viewers need to see the faces I am making in each picture. I cropped the pictures so you can't see my dress, but can see what mean things M did to me.

I'm very excited to be a bride.
No, really.

Okay, maybe I'm a little freaked out.

Or, just amused with a hint of disgust?

Did I ever stop talking the whole time? See? I must be excited.

Nope. Apparently not.

I feel pretty! Oh, so pretty. I feel pretty and witty and... Lord, I am going to need a lot of work.