Bridal Shower
My future mother-in-law and future-sister-in-law threw me a bridal shower on August 29th...and it was very sweet and completely unexpected of them. They rock.
The women brought pasta and music and their loud voices. The men went to our house to spend the day renovating. All of this is rather normal for an italian family gathering.
I have about a million of these pics...but I won't bore you with them all, because it's all the same. Me. Chair. Gift. Sometimes you see up my legs, sometimes you don't. Thanks, mom.
Am I right in thinking that she wants grandkids sooner than later?
This was the gift from my MotherAm I right in thinking that she wants grandkids sooner than later?
No, I don't know why I am sitting on the floor. But I am. And I look comfortable, so it's ok.
His cousin and I with our broken wrists...yes, I nearly I wore a cast at our wedding. A week before my shower I uh, fell off my elliptical and landed on my wrist the wrong way.
Crraaaackkkk.
I called up Chuck to take me to the Emergency Room, where I pleaded with the doctor not to put me in a hard cast because my wedding was less than 6 weeks away. Because the fracture wasn't complex, he relented, and I wore that stupid thing up until the day before the Rehearsal Dinner.
No one was surprised about it, though. I'm known around these parts for being a klutz...why should getting married put a stop to that?
Crraaaackkkk.
I called up Chuck to take me to the Emergency Room, where I pleaded with the doctor not to put me in a hard cast because my wedding was less than 6 weeks away. Because the fracture wasn't complex, he relented, and I wore that stupid thing up until the day before the Rehearsal Dinner.
No one was surprised about it, though. I'm known around these parts for being a klutz...why should getting married put a stop to that?
Toilet Paper Brides...
Because really, would it be a bridal shower without them?
The women modeling the latest line in bridal fashion...
The women modeling the latest line in bridal fashion...
Bridal Contest Winner
His Cousin
The moms and I...I'm the tallest ;-)
Signing a birthday card for a friend...yes, with a broken wrist. Go me!
What do you mean, our punch was spiked??. *winks*
Since I couldn't hold my plate or serve myself food, I had my maid of horror - I mean, honor - do it for me. lol. I had some tough culinary choices!
Posing with the cake...yea, like I was gonna cut it. My mom wanted a shot of it anyways. Who knows why.
She had fun with that little timer.
Everyone gave me advice. Most of it was good advice...like "always listen to Amy'...and 'have lots of sex'...and my favorite, 'when it doubt, go to the mother in law - because she is wise and smart...*and it went on and on and on*' lol
This is the advice that my FSIL should have given me earlier...lol....
Everyone except for my aunt, who is behind the camera.
Cool...who knew you got favors at showers? And yummy fall-scented candle ones at that? (yea....you better believe I took home the extras ;-) )