The wedding happened yesterday.
Yes, that’s right—two months from initial planning stages to execution.
I’ve never been so exhausted in all of my life… I seriously think this wedding wore me out more than my 37 hour labor with Squidgelet.
On the other hand, it was all worth it, because the reception was held at Dave & Buster’s and I now have the world’s most awesome photo of myself:
A plastic machine gun.
And a wild “I’m-killing-zombies-don’t-interrupt-me” gleam in my eyes.