Here’s a shot of my ladies hanging out with me while I get the hairs done.

You’ve got the lovely Paula on the left. I have a big ole girl crush on Miss Paula. Then you can see Heather's lovely legs on the ottoman there. (Hi Heather! Looking forward to YOUR big day! Woohoo!) You’ve got the gawgeous Beth looking marvelous-in-white sitting on the couch, and thank you Beth for being there with me on the day. And last but nowhere near ever the least, we have my awesomest roomie ever in the history of roomies, Christy. We lived together in NYC at 191 Orchard Street, and we will always have many wonderful and hilarious memories. 

If you look at the table on the right side of the photo, you’ll see a red and pink bouquet next to the wedding flowers. Steve had them delivered to my room that morning with a card that read in part, “I love you very much! See you in a couple hours…” How breathtaking is that? To get flowers from your husband-to-be ON your wedding day. He’s a keeper. No doubt.

I am completely overwhelmed by the number of photos, but I have for you today a smattering. Once I get a grip, I hope to post a few more. Maybe a storybook with pictures.

I {heart} our photographer. I think he did an amazing job. I'd like to give a shout out to our man Jeff Reeder.

Also, to all you brides-to-be out there, it's really humbling to look at that many photos of yourself. Even though you may have paid a lot of attention to your hair and make-up for your special day, you're not going to look like Christy Brinkley in every shot. In fact, you probably won't look like Christy Brinkley is any shot. I sure didn't. So prepare yourself for that.  

Without further ado, here is a sampling for now.

Over the Shoulder Smolder. As Opposed to an Over the Shoulder Boulder Holder.

Sometimes it Helps Me to Stay Focused When Steve Tows Me Along by my DressSmooches!Thought You'd Like to See How the Bustle Turned OutLast But Not Least: Another Shot of The Dip. LOVE the look on my little brother's face in the background.

Supposedly, our photographer is going to upload our wedding photos to his site today. I hope. The wait ... AAARGH!!!! Now that I know the time is near, I'm uncomfortable in my skin with the impatience! Quick, someone hand me a flagon of whiskey!

Luckily, I'm so slammed at work today that I don't have a whole lot of time to freak out. Or to drink whiskey.

Steve found yesterday’s statement that implies he is a terse kisser to be unfounded and libelous, and so as recompense for this morning’s kiss, which more than made up for yesterday’s, here is photographic evidence that he gives majorly stunning kisses as a general rule:

This morning as I was cleaning up the kitchen, I was making all kinds of go-getting resolutions in my head as I often do, such as, “Never again will you consume four slices of pizza in one sitting. Don’t be late for work. Keep the apartment neat at all times…” Then as I pulled the coffee filter out of our snazzy new coffee maker, I swiftly dumped a heaping mass of grinds right smack into the open dishwasher. 

File that under ‘things I don’t have time for.’

As it turns out, coffee grinds, once let loose, will both multiply and scatter to surfaces nowhere near the original vicinity of the scourge as you attempt to contain them.

Can such an incident mess with one’s resolutions? Yes it can. Did it cause me to eat four slices of pizza? It could have were it not 8:03 a.m. Instead, the incident rendered the apartment further away from ‘neat’ status and made me late for work.

In other news, Steve finished the DC triathlon this weekend, and there was no dying, nor were there injuries. Today he is sore, bur wholly un-traumatized and proud of himself, as he should be. I’m proud of him, too.

Go Steve! Woooooooo! Gimme an S! Gimme a T! etc., etc. Goooooooo Steve! 

I observed on Sunday that when you are cheering someone on during a race, they will notice if you scream their name, but yelling 'woo!' and clapping are pretty much lost in the din. I did it anyway.

And it’s possible that I’ve been bitten by the bug, because I kind of want to attempt a triathlon myself. Hold me, I’m frightened.

Now for a dose of wedding snapshot goodness (of my dad walking me up the aisle) while we await the professional shots from our photographer: