Last year on this day, my oldest son was married. I recall it as being a very frantic day. My youngest son kept clowning around (yes, he knows how to push my buttons.) When we were trying to get a picture, he was to put his arm around me but instead put it somewhere else.
This is me losing my temper:
At church, my oldest son looks petrified. I look sad while wearing a smile. My pastor looks nervous as this was his first wedding. See?
Needless to say, it went off without a hitch…
In other news, I turned in a shot of my bazookas for the Save The Boobs Campaign. Mr. Kells put me to work with that one. I shan’t post that here.
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