I still wear my wedding dress. Well, when it's warm enough to wear something sleeveless. Which is rare.
A year ago today, SH and I married. It was about darn time as far as my grandmother was concerned. She used to write me letters and tell me about so and so down the street who had married late but had married a widower who needed help raising his small children and I had considered that path? She was very tall.
I would give you a link to my wedding post, but journalspace, four years, blah blah blah. Someday, I will give you the full, uncensored version of the Wedding Drama, but it's not safe yet.
SH's stepdaughter M being forced to wash the kitchen floor, probably by her mean step-step-mother.
The traditional post-wedding karaoke with SH, Dr J, my mom and my brother.