Napkins, garters, signing squares, and bridesmaids bags all done.
Making a list as she figured out more she needed to do.
2 hours at the hair salon.
500 bobby pins (or what was more accurately 50).
Chipping my nails when I buckled my seatbelt.
Needing four people to get her into her dress.
Having to put on her deodorant and hold her dress while she brushed her teeth.
700 pictures.
Two kegs.
Fireworks at 1 am.
…AND IT IS OVER!!! YAY!
but a new brother-in-law teaching my husband to dance?
priceless!
Who Needs Gauge?! 
Yay! You survived!
I love weddings. I truly do–such joy, such optimism, such love. (We won’t talk about the end of many of those marriages; I still love weddings.) But after serving as a bridesmaid (yet again) for my very last single friend, I’m hoping I never, ever have to do it again. Next time I go to a wedding, I just want to be a guest!
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There is a reason why you never wear nail polish. It chips too easy. But you forgot to show off your new tan!!!!
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Congrats on getting it done and smoothly! Very cute photo of the boys.
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