And thanks to everyone else for all the money!!! I like money. Alot.
Now, this is my "Ooooooooh" face, otherwise known as "I-can't-believe-I-have-to-wear-these-shoes-with-no-heal-because-I-no-longer-have-a-six-foot-five-dude-to-stand-next-to-anymore-where's-my-stilettos?" face.
Of course Logan cheered me up, he doesn't care how tall I am. He said he loves me as long as I keep buying his favorite beer and popsicles.
Awwwwww, thanks Logie!
And the on lookers were having such a good time watching me open my gifts. Seriously, I must be pretty entertaining. (Never mind the fact that they were all looking at Brolan at the time...)
Do these pics look familiar? Yeah, this is when the infamous dog pile took place. And yes, my brother's face does not change. Ever.
If you happen to scroll back up through the previous pics, you'll see what a dynamic guy he is. He's a riot.
Now for the second best part: The cake.
And by The cake, I mean
Okay, you've suffered enough. Now on to that treat I promised you. I believe a little explanation is in order first.
So you know my mom is getting married so she has put our house up for sale. I say "our" house because even though I haven't lived there for over ten years, it's my home. We all feel that way so this is very sad for all of us.
So anyway, my mom has been going through all of the crap that has accumulated over the last 25 years in the house and asked us to go through a few things to see if we wanted to keep them or throw them out.
Well, I am a sentimental girl. (Insert Wicked's "A Sentimental Man" background music) And I found one of my old dance costumes. (The only one that wasn't shred to pieces that is, stupid little sisters!) And since I've started recycling (because I heard it's sexy) I thought to myself, I bet I can get some good use out of this old thing!
So....I guess that sort of explains what's going on in these next pics. Sort of.
And the only reason I have decided to post these pics is because sweet Lindee has already pasted them all over facebook. (However she was kind enough to keep the crotch and butt shots out.)
And no, I am not posting the crotch shots that my lovely photographer was able to capture in the following fashion shoot.
(Not that I have anything against crotches. I love looking at crotches. Just not my own.)
Don't you think this would be an awesome outfit to go dancing in? I thought so too.
Now I could tell that everyone else was a little jealous of my new find so I decided I'd let them have a go. First was Logan. (His dad is going to kill me for these pics! If you don't hear from me again, I am probably dead. Please send money in lieu of flowers, thanks.)
Doesn't he make the cutest bride?
I could tell my dad was getting sad that he didn't have a turn so I was like, "Fine whatever you can try it on too, just don't stretch it out bitch."
He just needed a little help is all...
And look at the beautiful bride! Everyone ready? 1 - 2 - 3 "AWWWWWWW!"
And while all this was going on, this was my sister in law's face:
"What the hell did I get married into?"
(I'm just randomly throwing in this picture because I think it turned out pretty cool.)
Oh, oh, oh! Looky, I got a picture of Brolan!
We are all so mature. So the rest of the time was spent doing the usual family activities like hand stand contests.
Of which I clearly kicked ass.
Oh, oh, oh! Looky, I got a picture of Brolan! (Maybe peeing in a urinal isn't so hard after all.)
And of course anytime anyone pays attention to Brolan, Logan starts to steal the show. So he decided to get his groove on.
Kid's got talent.
Must have come from his dad's side cuz it sure as hell didn't come from his mom.
And before the sun went down, we had to make sure we got one more good dog pile in.
Logan was a little slow at joining in.
Okay, well if you've made it this far and have survived all the pictures I'll give you one more treat.
(You thought I'd actually post a crotch shot on the Internet?)
(You're right I would. If it was Lindee's.)