This is a pic of my permanent lady friend Casey Lucille. She's trying out potential dishes for the homestead. As a point of interest, we did not get these particular bowls. Apparently the imaginary food didn't scoop out of the bowl like it should've.






As far as getting married is concerned, my grandfather said that we have a 50/50 shot at staying married, so Lance and I celebrated when we heard the news. It sounds like the odds are in my favor!

Also, I had to change my pants immediately after taking this photograph. Apparently, Lance got "too" excited about my odds.

Pre-wedding Jitters

Getting married is scary as hell and anyone who says any different is either lieing or divorced. In the weeks prior to the actual date my intestinal fortitude was certainly down with the end result beinging a spontaneous need to find a toilet anywhere in the vacinity...This one was conveniently located at Grimey's on 8th.