Three years. That's a long time! We've got about 67 more to go, according to this crazy lady I talked to at Walmart on our anniversary weekend earlier this month... She thinks 70 is the number to aim for. Her parents did it, so we're going to too! (Oh and nevermind that our anniversary was like 3 weeks ago and I am just now acknowledging it. That's just the way it is.)
I was going to do a "before" and "after" picture, but decided that was no bueno. We paid way too many people to make us look good for these wedding pictures, so there's no real comparison now with the baby weight, barely combed hair, unpainted lashes, and love handles. The only pictures we take now are of Jack anyway.
So for the big day, we went and tried to see "Don't Mess With Zohan" in the dollar theater and let me tell you... DON'T WASTE YOUR TIME! We lasted about 10 minutes before we decided that a PG-13 rating wasn't appropriate. So we ran over to see some delectable Will Smith in "Hancock" and loved it. Boy, is Charleze Theron tough and hard or what?
...And we haven't been out on the town since. Instead, we hang out with Jack in our smelly apartment. If it's not a diaper, the bathroom sink drain, or the garbage disposal, then I'm not sure where the smell is coming from.
Mi Nombre es Carrie Carp at 2:53 PM