Sorry party people, no Wacky Fashion Wednesday today. Today is me and husband's third wedding anniversary and I wanted to take this opportunity to share with you a few of our wedding pics. You'll probably notice that I was sixty pounds lighter at the time but hey, it's all good. I'm not fat- I'm well fed and happy!
A couple of guys from our church made us home brewed beer for our reception. What swell chaps!
We had a small private church wedding followed by a giant "everyone's-invited" outdoors dance party reception.
There was beer and drumming and Irish songs at the reception.
Later in the night after all the old folks had gone home, I busted out my zils and gave a little belly dance.
Sad fact: I stopped belly dancing shortly after we got married. That's when I packed on the pounds. I stopped dancing because our apartment was a converted 1930s mansion and the floors were very sensitive so when I practiced, everything would fall off the walls and shelves!! Plus my husband would sit and watch me and critique me during my practices and try to coach me and that reeeeeally irritated me.
So it's been three years. We rarely argue, we fart and burp and laugh about it, we watch documentaries about art and dance and murderers and giant squids. I take care of the house and he brings home the bacon. He buys me delicious imported beers and I cook him bangers and mash. He lets me paint his face and dress him up in silly little costumes and never complains when I ask him to buy baby formula at midnight.
I am happy.