SO YOU’LL PROBABLY THINK WE’RE WEIRD. And that’s fine, because honestly? I do too. C’mon. He sleep talks and I eat Kool Aid plain.

Yep.

I do. Don’t judge.

So since we’re weird, photos like this shouldn’t surprise you.

And they won’t, because we’re the bat killers that receive dead animals as presents and dare siblings to ask for fumunda cheese.

(Here is where I expound a little about the whole bat situation. A lot of you were concerned for the bat, and were sad to learn that we killed it. But cute, and fluffy, and bat-like as it was, we weren’t allowed to let it live. Grams, who is allergic to bats and was afraid it would come back and nest in her attic, sat up on the stairs and hollered for us until we showed her the proof that it was dead. And you don’t mess with Grams.)

(Dear bat, I am sorry. Also? Stay out of my house).

Anywho. Sleep talkers and Kool Aid eaters.

Also? Jumpers.









Well, he jumps. I just stand there looking all judgmental.

Kevin: You kind of look like Monica in this picture.

Me: Who?

Kevin: Monica. You know, from Friends?

Me: Eww! what? No.

(Later, on Facebook, from our photographer) Nate: I agree. I totally thought that when I was editing these.

I’M NOT DEAD. WordPress is broken (anyone know how to fix the kitchen sink? I’m all ears), I hate my layout and I have over sixteen thousand images on my computer that I need to organize and move to an external hard drive because apparently sixteen thousand photos is too much for my computer to hold, which means that until that gets taken care of, I can’t upload the video and show you something hilarious that happened to me two weekends ago. But none of this is going to happen until I finish reading Mockingjay and maybe spend some time with the husband, because I don’t know, I married him? So he at least deserves a couple of minutes of my time as well as a warm dinner every now and then and a pat on the back for putting up with me.

I know. I frustrate me too.

I’m having a heated internal debate wherein the wanna-be literary genius and the photo-happy bride in my head duke it out over whether I should post pictures or words. Only, there is a problem with the pictures (see above) and my words are a jumbled mess of disjointed thoughts about life, love, and dirty dishes.

I’m working on it people. Have patience.

Here is your warning that the next few weeks will be sporadic posting about this that and the other. . .words, photos, wordless photos, and the like. Oh, and I’ll eventually get around to posting pictures of the honeymoon and maybe some day I’ll fill out that stack of thank you cards that glares at me from the kitchen counter.

For now here’s some pictures because I think my words are starting to not make sense.

(All photos credit to Nathaniel Ray Photography).