Our wedding pictures have finally arrived! They were postmarked on April 6, but for some reason didn’t arrive until Saturday. Ugh. I guess the government was making sure the DVD was anthrax free, or better yet – scanned it for the plans to the Death Star.
Without further ado…
Glad I’m not the only one in America who realizes that he isn’t God’s sole gift to music…
Being the only contestant EVER who was smug enough to actually “pick” between two groups of contestants (without a second thought), made this moment even more PRICELESS….
(holy crap… we beat out the emo-eyeliner-boy and the tweener? amazing!!)
Sorry this is kind of late. Hopefully you can enjoy it before the kick-off show tonight…
As my wife has mentioned in other nooks and crannies of the interwebs, I have mostly taken the lead in the cooking portion of our marriage. I’m not that great of a cook, but I know my way around a kitchen and can follow a recipe.
I do grill a mean steak, though. This is one thing Texas has given me. (Thank you, Texas)
I’m following Rhia‘s lead here, and calling this disease what it is: Pig Flu. No, it’s not swine flu (not that I think Swine is that much of an upgrade from Pig). We need a good solid plosive to really portray our disgust at this disease.
What is a plosive? If you’re not an English major or a vocalist, you may not know. Plosive are consonants that make an exploding sound when you say them. They rely on a certain amount of built up pressure behind your lips. P,D,B,K, and T are the major ones.
Notice, all the best/nastiest words start with P
Saturday, we spent ALL afternoon shopping for tables. We went to Ashley, Rooms to Go, The Room Store, Furniture Liquidators, Thomasville, and Haverty’s. We found two or three tables we really liked, but don’t know if we found ‘the one’ just yet.
Here’s what we found:
We really like this table…
What do you think? Should we do it?