from the vault. and my iphone.

Backstory on the backstory:  Thing 3 insists on napping in my arms so I'm stuck in one place snuggling him, with my phone and my Tiny Post app to keep me company.  I found these pictures on FB that tell an amusing story so I'm telling it.  Weee.

Backstory: The husband and I had been dating for a few weeks when his sister came to town for her wedding reception.  I did NOT want to go - a wedding reception is an awkward place for an unmarried gal, especially if it means going and meeting the whole family of a guy she has only been dating for a few weeks.  But the husband has this magical power to talk me into just about anything so away I went.

Things were uncomfortable but moving along - when the dreaded bouquet toss happened.  I considered making a run for it, but the husband and his best friend pushed me - literally pushed me - out onto the gym floor and told me they'd give me a dollar to catch it.  Okay, my dignity costs way more than a dollar, and there is no more embarrassing experience then looking like some desperate spinster, especially in front my just-barely-boyfriend's family.  Blagh.

You can see the horror in my face.

I'm guessing everyone else was forced out there too, because the bouquet was tossed, and landed with a thud on the ground.  It was highLARIOUS.  And it's even more highlarious now that I've found pictorial proof - because standing right next to me in the red shirt was a girl I didn't know yet.  The bride ended up being my sister-in-law a few months later (that's to that trait the husband has at talking me into anything) - and that red-shirt girl ended up my sister-in-law too, marrying my little brother 6 years later.

Ha!  Whoda think, huh??