It kind of just hit me that I have steppies. Yeah, I've got 2 sister steppies and 2 brother steppies.
Weird.
I've never had step siblings before, I'm only hoping this means more Christmas presents for me.
Me, and the hungry children of course. (I always think of the hungry children first.)
But, I think I like having steppies because it also means more weddings!
This is one of my new steppies Katie, she just got married isn't she gorgeous?
I loved her colors!
Never mind that her wedding was a month ago and I'm just barely posting about it....I haven't even posted about Easter yet! Fine, here's Katie and her new hubby on Easter:
You can tell they were made for each other.
The wedding was gorgeous, it was a beautiful day!
Everyone knows that I'm Logan's favorite but now I've got competition.
BIG competition.
Mike has been moving up in the ranks in Logan's opinion, but I'm destined to stay on top. This means war!
Ok, you may be wondering why I included a picture of the butter from our table at the wedding luncheon. Yes, the butter was great, one regular one raspberry, but that is not the reason why I took a picture.
I took a picture of the butter because of this girl:
She is constantly making me laugh....at her. So there we were, sitting at our table waiting for our food to be served and the servers come out and put the butter on the table first.
No rolls. No salad. Just butter.
As we continued to wait for the bride and groom I could see Lindee's face getting worried. I could tell she was really concerned. She continued to grow more and more anxious until she finally blurted out:
"I don't know why they brought out the ice cream before dinner, it's going to melt!"
And of course the table busted up laughing. Even the two strangers sitting at our table busted up.
I stupidly corrected her and told her it was butter, which I immediately regretted doing when Mike suggested that she eat it.
But it was too late, I had already opened my big mouth. After being with Mike for so long now I should have learned to keep my mouth shut and let her eat the butter.
Butter luck next time.
9 years ago
15 comments:
You totally blew that moment. It would have been hilarious if she ate it!
So great to see you so happy, friend!
LOL That's hilarious! Even more so if she would've eaten it! heehee!
Looks like a gorgeous wedding though and you look very happy with your new man!! <3
Mmmm, raspberry butter.
Looks like it was a perfect day
Hey, I think I would eat the butter anyway! It looks delicious!
...hiding behind my monitor as not to hear laughing...
but I thought it was ice cream too..
& I had to read it twice to make sure you said it was BUTTER. PINK BUTTER? I've never in my life seen that...I feel so much more sophisticated now...
& will laugh at anyone that calls it ice cream when I see it out :)
That does look like ice cream! Beautiful colors for the wedding!
I love having steppies too. Lovely wedding!
Almost as good as drinking the fat (Friends). You're new step sister is a beautiful bride!
oh man can just imagine a big mouth ful of butter...esp when thinking it was ice cream...what a nasty shock to the senses...lol...
great pics...looks it was a beautiful wedding...
Beautiful wedding.
I've never seen pink butter before. Awesome.
Beautiful photos!!! There should be a law against having that many gorgeous people in one family - sheesh!!
I think Mike is pretty great. Does he KNOW just how freakin' lucky he is to have you???? I hope so!
Raspberry butter? (gross!)
Yay! You're back - sort of! ;) LOVED all the pictures - so was it a prerequisite that your mom marry a guy whose kids would pretty much fit in with the gorgeousness of your family right away? ;) BEAUTIFUL wedding, BEAUTIFUL bride - and you definitely need to defer to Mike more often, so that we could have read about Lindee actually eating the butter. ;)
I will eat the raspberry!
Gorgeous Bride, love her dress :)
Oh girl he is going to give you a run for your money on being #1!
hehe poor thing, but you so should have let her eat the butter .... lol
Very good article. Congratulations.
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