My brother, Rainor, who is giving me away on Saturday, recently blogged about his wedding preparation experience on his blog. Go read it. Now. My brother's sense of humor cracks me up.
Isn't that a super original url? I thought so. (For the record, he seriously exaggerated about my brother-in-law comment.)
Rainor and his awesome hat that we went shopping for together last week. He totally looks like one of the blues brothers. (Kudos if you've seen that. You're offically cool.)
Also. Ellie had this to say about my last post: "Dude, your tag things on the bottom of your post make you sound like the 13 year old girl at school who has that crush on that cute guy on the football team who even has a car!! OMG"
In response I would like to point out that at the age of thirteen I was far too mature to be so ridiculous.
I didn't become that immature until my late teens. Also Silas doesn't have a car.
Anyways. Don't rain on my parade. I want to be ridiculously, blissfully, and embarrassingly happy and excited. So I am. So there. I'm making up for a sheltered homeschooled childhood.
P.S. This has nothing to do with the rest of my post. I made this cake for my brother, Walter. He turned two yesterday.
He kept pointing and going "Sissy! Truck!"
P.S.S. Silas posted a song I recorded on his blog: http://blog.silassnider.com/