So awhile back I decided to start scanning our wedding photo's and making digital copies...not that I particularly like my wedding photos but I figured for posterity's sake I would concede....it's been a bit tedious and I go through apathetic stages of whether I really want to bother - I think a big part of it is all the annoying things that come to mind...like why oh why did the little rosebuds I put in my hair not stay LITTLE...and instead decided to bloom throughout the day which - of course - I was oblivious to it. But then you come across a photo like this...and suddenly you don't notice it anymore...
...that's my youngest sister...I guess she thought instead of TELLING me about the stupid damn rosebud she'd just simply go one up - she competed with the rosebud!
....Back to the rosebud...I've always wondered why Mike never mentioned it...well, no, that's a lie...I don't wonder...I know what he had his mind on...and I'm not going to say anything more about that!
Back to the rosebud...you know when there is something embarrassing about the way you look and they seem oblivious to the fact that maybe they should actually tell you...????
I'll never forget sitting down with two of my sisters at a church function a couple of years ago...our kids running around having fun...my younger sister started talking and immediately my older sister and I informed her that she had something green right smack on one of her front teeth...and since we had only just sat down BUT hadn't actually STARTED eating - she immediately realised that it had been there for a while and her husband had NOT told her!!! I can't really tell you exactly what happened next but it involved Ember & I acting out conversations she'd been having with other people...one of us being Alison and the other being the one that couldn't stop staring at the 'green' tooth...we nearly wet our pants laughing (because we just find ourselves so damn funny!)...while our husbands stood from afar watching us, they have a name for it when they see us like this - the silly hour - it means when we've lost all self control and it won't get better until they separate us...
They wandered over obviously curious to see what had us in stitches...so the three of us performed our role play for them, needless to say all six of us laughed till we were in pain because our stomach muscles couldn't cope with the workout they were getting!
I love that about our husbands...they totally get us!
Disclaimer: DAMN is NOT cursing/swearing down here...so don't go sending me comments telling me what a potty mouth I am! ha...take that!