Wedding Mishap

What a whirlwind of a weekend. I know it’s Thursday, but that’s how much time I’ve needed to recover. And oh, how I’ve missed you.

I haven’t had that much fun at a wedding since my own. However, it wouldn’t be complete without a laugh at my own expense. I took the time to get a little more dressed up than usual since Clark and I were doing the music for the ceremony. Earlier that day, I had bought a new razor since, confession, I don’t think I’ve done that since 2009. Some people get a pedicure to celebrate a special occasion. I get a new razor. Anyway, everything was going swimmingly…. side chignon, 5″ heels, red lips, beaded purse. I’m running out the door at 4:30 and I just so happened to look down and not one but both of my knees were bleeding. I must have unknowingly knicked myself in the shower, but here I am all dressed up and I look like I just slid into home base. I can’t be late because I’m singing at the top of the ceremony. Do I have kleenex lying around the house? No. That would be too easy. I did however find one of Salem’s ankle socks. So there I am in the car on the 5 minute drive to the venue desperately attempting to blot my cheese-grated knees with my son’s sock no less. I stuffed it in my beaded bag {the one I used on my own wedding day} and don’t think that I didnt’ discreetly pull it out once or twice during the ceremony while carefully hidden behind the music stand. Here’s a tip: GET THE PEDICURE INSTEAD!

After too many rounds the Macarena, the Electric Slide, and YMCA at the reception, my side chignon looked like the side ponytail in my middle school pictures from 1991, so due to my bloody knees and my disheveled do, there will be no pictures posted here.

We held a little post-wedding, 4th of July celebration at my house where I spent most of the day making these.

A little salt, pepper, and Zesty Italian, brushed with a garlic powder/melted butter mix+ a charcoal grill= happy people who still agree to call you friend even after witnessing your shameless Hammertime episode the night before.

After all that, now can you see why I’ve been M.I.A. the past few days?




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