You guys want wedding pics?
I can't hear you?
I said, YOU GUYS WANT WEDDING PICS?
Well first let me tell you a sad little story about a girl you don't know. I hardly know the girl myself.
Her name is Dummy.
She was only 19 years old when her high school sweetheart was called away on a magical journay to Argentina. His wicked mother wanted to know if her son's sweetheart was a real dummy so she conjured up a long and arduous test.
"He he he," cackled the wicked mother, "only a true dummy could complete such a long and arduous test to earn my son's hand in marriage."
She gave the poor girl a million strands of maroon and pink thread, only it wasn't magical invisible Chinese thread that held people's destiny together, it was plain-ole, regular, perfectly visible thread that held quilts together (and not magical quilts either).
And then she gave the poor girl a million quilt blocks with a redundant design and said, "My precious child, if these blocks are not completed before my son returns from his magical journey, I will know you are not a true dummy and I will not allow you to be duct taped to me for eternity in the celestial kingdom.
So great was the poor girl's desire to prove she was dumb that she stitched and stitched and Lilo and Stitched until her fingers ached and ached and achey breaked.
And then they turned hard and calloused and fell off.
But she did complete her task and she took the quilt blocks and thrust them in the wicked mother's face and said, "It is done. I have proven myself worthy to be duct taped to you for eternity."
And the wicked mother did accept the blocks and did piece them together and did quilt them into a quilt to be displayed at her son's wedding feast.
But while her son was on his honeymoon with his poor dumb bride she did take the wedding quilt and hide it away and she curse it.
When the couple arrived home from their wedded bliss the poor dumb bride did say "wherefore art my wedding quilt?"
And the wicked mother did say, "What wedding quilt?"
And when the poor dumb bride did shake the wicked mother diligently, the wicked mother spew forth these words:
"If you so much as lay eyes upon that quilt ever again, I will tell you family history stories throughout all eternity!"
And the poor bride did tremble with fear and did relinquish all desire to lay eyes upon the wedding quilt ever again, settling for a tattered photograph to keep her warm during the long, frosty Hawaiian winters.
Okay, now for the wedding pics, but DANGER: BEWARE: WARNING: PROCEED WITH CAUTION: My bangs just might poke your eye out.
Oh brother! (where art thou?)
Pssst . . . I have so much to tell you guys, but I can't spill it all at once.
Let me start by saying that my mom is so romantic!
Look what she brought me for my anniversary.
A week's supply of my favorite smell in the whole wide world--Bath & Body Works Cherry Blossom!
Which means extra much since Hawaii doesn't have a B&BW.
She even brought me this little pot to cook me up some B&BW Cherry Blossom oil so my house can smell like the Garden of Eden.
Sooooo . . . BIG NEWS! I'm going to have a give-a-way so I can share my extreme good fortune.
After all, how can I see another's need and I not share? Especially since it's almost gone anyway.
The first person who makes a comment will get my leftovers for absolutely FREE (after shipping and handling.)