In the reception line.
The whole daggone wedding party (er, minus the ushers…sorry guys, that photo wasn’t scanned in).
The requisite full-length gown photo.
…in Jill and Dave’s faces instead.
Me praying for Justin to be “nice and clean” since my grandmother had a bad heart and was sitting right behind him.
Wondering how a gigantic pink comb got all up in that dress (see in lower right hand corner)…
…or the crow bar, or the handcuffs…
…or the GIGANTIC GRANNY PANTIES!
Happy Seven Years, Honey…I love you!
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