Belly, Park, and Ducks

The day The Terrorist and I got hitched.

Not in chronological order. Because that's how I roll..homey.

Courtesy of Jersey and Red

Pimp face.

Dinner, courtesy of my wonderful aunt. And sparkling cider, courtesy of my wonderful Wolves.

Wow. He looks stoned.

No idea what he's gotten himself into...

Is it just me or does it look like The Terrorist is about to puke?

We got married in a very, um, eclectic place. The Justice of the Peace's home office.

See the ceiling is almost to low for The Terrorist to stand.

I love this picture. I don't know why. It could be the boobs.

Our two photographers, Jersey and Red.

This is actually Take 2. The first time around I was so anxious to kiss him that I did it before the camera was ready.

What you can't see is me grabbing his butt.

I leave you with Jersey being Jersey.