I have to write and thank Katie and MO for such a fun time. They really know how to pick a girl up when I was so hurt and crying all week. And they really know "how to pick a girl up" too, if you catch my drift. WINK WINK NOD NOD. So thank you for the few hours of nothing but fun (and letting me rant a little) and then back to more fun. Thank you for the advice and the encouragement and letting me eat all the popcorn! BABY LIKEY THE POPCORN!! It was nice to just go out and have my mind on other things than what it has been on for an entire week. SO THANKS LADIES! I can never repay you. And on "the scale of 0 - 10" you are both 0's!! HA HA... next time lets where our old prom dresses or flip our collars up and have a blue tooth in each ear!! SHEOWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!
Ok. So I'm going to wear my prom dress with the hooker gloves. Then I'm going to rat my hair (what's left of it anyways) and put on blue eye shadow. And then when they go to take our picture, I'm going to just start screaming and crying and tell them to go f-word themselves.
Kevin and I met back in 2002, at my work. We started dating on December 22, 2002 and were engaged "unoffically" the first part of October and "officially" engaged on Thanksgiving 2003. We were married May 6, 2004 in the Salt Lake Temple. We moved to St George in September 2005 to spend some time with Kevin's dad and work for his Uncle. We just had our first little girl Ashlyn in July, and she is so much fun. Kevin just joined the Utah National Guard and will be leaving to boot camp in September and then we will be gone for 20 months after that living in both California and Arizona. We are excited to see what this new adventure brings us.
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I freakin' love you! I had fun as well....but can we just wear our old prom shoes instead? My dress shrunk!
Glad to see you guys had fun! Hey Robyn, how are you feeling? Just kidding, do not kick my butt PLEASE!!
Ok. So I'm going to wear my prom dress with the hooker gloves. Then I'm going to rat my hair (what's left of it anyways) and put on blue eye shadow. And then when they go to take our picture, I'm going to just start screaming and crying and tell them to go f-word themselves.
That seems very Miranda to me.
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