The other day I was going through old photographs when I came across this little gem. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but I don't think we need nearly that many to assess what's going on in this photo:
Believe it or not, this is my wedding night. Post-reception, John and I changed so we could go out in Red Lodge, Montana (it's not really the kind of town where you wear a wedding dress or your uniform for bar hopping). I have no idea what my mother said to make me this pissed off (and it had to have been my mother, as the only other two people who could possibly make me that mad are standing next to me in the photo), but I'm guessing it was something along the lines of "Everyone say 'cheese!'"
The expressions here are priceless. John looks absolutely terrified, but, good sport that he is, he's smiling anyway (and probably wondering what the heck he just married into).
I believe I'm telling my mother that if she takes one more picture I'm going to strangle her with the camera strap (or I could be speaking in tongues; it's entirely possible that I've just been possessed by the devil).
Sarah has obviously decided that words are a complete waste of energy when you can kill someone with looks alone.
And then there's poor innocent Christina, who clearly wants no part in our drama. "If we keep quiet and back up veeeery slowly, I think we can make a run for it."
Ah, memories... It's hard to believe John and I will have been married seven years next month. Thank goodness we have precious photographs like this one to look back on...