It’s official, no more living in sin! The wedding related day(s) went off without a hitch – or with a hitch you could say. It helped that Matt had a busted knee so he could not run away, and that we got married in the middle of nowhere…nowhere to run!
Who wore their gown better?
Matt in his hospital gown moments before knee surgery on 6/3/11:
Me in my gown moments before taking the plunge on 6/18/11:
A BIG thank you to everyone who pitched in at the ranch and weed wacked, mowed, constructed bridges, assembled puff balls (damn you Martha Stewart!), painted signs, took pictures, hung signs, picked flowers, planted flowers, arranged flowers, hung lights, fed me booze, cleaned, played with our animals and babies, cooked, forced Matt to sit down and made the big day unforgettable!
Here are some shots of everyone breaking their backs to get the ranch ready:
Here are a couple of pictures from getting ready and the ceremony that we stole from friends on Facebook – thank you Mother Nature for stopping the rain for an hour:
Matt decided his crutch didn’t match his wedding suit, so he whittled himself a stylish wooden cane for the day. Later in the night it was used as a pole vaulting stick…. Last week Wade ate it.
Most importantly, here are candids from the reception – thank you Tom Catmull and the Clerics for getting everyone out on the floor:
A group of folks got together and got us a photobooth as a wedding gift which really let people cut loose. The best (worst for some) part is you can see all the good, bad and ugly shots here.
We decided the first thing we should do as a married couple, to ensure a lifetime of happiness, was to handle Wade’s farting problem. When we first got him, the vet told us he may just be nervous and that was why he farted (audibly) every 10 minutes. We now know that is not the case…. Being the dedicated dog mom that I am, I took a fresh poop smear in to the vet and sure enough, he has a bacterial infection that makes him a fart monster. He is now on antibiotics and some powder that may be illegal in 48 states that is supposed to solve all of his (our) problems. I have my fingers crossed; Matt thinks it may detract from his goofy personality if he doesn’t fart all the time…