So here are a few pix from the wedding I shot this weekend. I had a ball, but it was exhausting. So, no, I won’t shoot your wedding. You couldn’t afford me anyway.
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So here are a few pix from the wedding I shot this weekend. I had a ball, but it was exhausting. So, no, I won’t shoot your wedding. You couldn’t afford me anyway.
Seriously? We only get one picture at a time? Come on, Miss Photographer…you’ve got to do better than that. :o) Looks like it’s going to be great, though. Wish I were there.
So the hydrangea that gave me so much hope? Yeah, the really pretty one that finally bloomed? Yeah, that one, it’s dead. I guess I over watered it, but who knows really? Thanks goodness I’m having a torrent affair with my camera, or we may never have been able remember the beauty that once was....
I kill hydrangeas too. Don’t feel bad. My only excuse is that it was a gift from “you know who” and I am maintaining that it was an omen of a friendship that was doomed. Or maybe she poisoned it…who knows? :o) Just kidding.
. . . when a certain Aunt buys a certain female cherub a toy tattoo machine, and it is unleashed on a certain male cherub. Good luck getting that out of your head. And let me just tell you. There’s an orthodontist somewhere out there, who saw this picture and is just now ordering the...
I get credit for this???? I mean I’ll take it of course, but I have no recollection of buying or gifting any such item. I would NEVER do something like that!!
My bad, evidently this was a grandma/paw paw purchase back at Christmas. Kayla got one too, and just remember Jenny being annoyed. I guess I just couldn’t wrap my mind around Bunny pulling the trigger on a tattoo machine. Who knew?
OH NO!!!!!!! Not THIS Grandma OR Paw Paw!!!! This was TOTALLY UNCLE JOSH!!!!!!!!!!!! (Uh–Paw Paw just remembered being WITH Josh when the purchases were made….)
Ah mystery finally solved!
The itch is back. It is a terrible agonizing itch that can not be ignore. I spend my days wandering through the house, wondering how to scratch it. I know I shouldn’t. I realize that half way through, it will be painful and possibly bloody, and I will probably regret ever scratching it. But I...
like it said in the New Testament: “And it is our desire that you may all keep the same high purpose in certain hope to the end:” (Hebrews, 6, 11)!!
I got an itch and now I have no wallpaper in the dining room and paint chips all picked out…now, to actually do the work.
Live long and prosper. Good luck.
Jeff wants our next house to be an outdated, fixer-upper that he won’t have the time to work on. So I’ll make you a room there and you can do my remodeling. You come up with the plans, I’ll buy the stuff, you do the work, and your kids can play in my pool. How does that sound?!?
And here I was thinking you were referring to your sunburned butt starting to itch, and I was all like “yo, i could totally help with that…” but then you were all like “the mudroom addition itch” and so now I’m all like “i cain’t do nuthin for that”
I wish I had itches that ended in useful things rather than just itches that involve laying on the couch munching Milky Ways and slugging Diet Dr. Pepper.
So, was the new lens worth all the begging on FB to get it? 🙂
Great pictures.