Congrats, Lynz...

A high school friend got married...a few months ago. Yes, this is another one of those posts that should have been posted ages ago.

I have a love/hate relationship with weddings.

I love love. I love friends and family. I love celebrations. I love cake. I love dancing.

But I kind of get nervous and twitchy and anxious during the actual wedding.

If I would have married any of my previous boyfriends, it would have been something like a graceful swandive...INTO HELL. Am I afraid of relationships? Not really. Am I afraid of commitment? I don't think so. Am I afraid of spending the rest of my life with one person? Not if I'm with the right person. And that, right there, is the where I start to freak out. The Right Person. An elusive thing.

But enough of my neurotic thoughts on relationships.

Let's talk about this wedding.

Cake? Gooood.


They had individual cakes on each table and they came around and cut the first piece for us. Cute! And delicious. Made me wish I was sitting at a table by myself.

Friends? Gooood.


The bride and I used to work together at a Hallmark store - here we are with all of our former co-workers. Fun!

Cake? Gooood. Wait. Did I already mention that?


I'm not above using the serving spatula to eat the last piece of cake if you take away my fork. I'm not completely selfish...I shared the last piece with Vanessa.

Family? Gooood.


Mama and Me

And I was having a good hair day to boot.

Congrats to Lyndsay and Brendan!