I'm Crackin' Myself Up

So this morning as I was getting up, I was wishing digital cameras were invented in 1991. "Wouldn't it be cool to have some digital images of our wedding/engagement to post on the blog this week (anniversary)?"

But then I went and got out the wedding album and box of engagement memorabilia (hard-copy) . . .

suddenly I was thinking a box of photos may be enough to keep the memories alive. LOL!

I'm not kidding you, Dave and I have changed a ton in the last almost-two decades. Holy cow!

I've included a few memories here, just for posterity. I'm sure I can have the images digitized for the great-great-great-Jonah-Neutron-grandchildren one day. But for today, and for the blog, I think a photo of a photo will do.

A note from Dave when love was new. Was this pre-answering machines?
(No, for those of you that believed me.)

Wedding pictures.
(After the wedding, but before the reception.
I recommend before the wedding for those of you still planning nuptials.)

Could I die? My parents had the local newspaper print our photo.

Photo Post Script:

Can I just tell you how much I hated (and still hate) that engagement photo.

It takes true honesty in journalism to post this photo.

When the photographer delivered these photos (to put in the wedding invites), I was kind of medium on it. I thought I looked a little wide in the jowls.

But then Dave saw it and I think his comment is what cemented my disdain for the photo: "Do you think you look big? Or maybe I look like your son? What is it?"

All I heard was "you look BIG."

It's truly taken 17 years to laugh at this d#*! picture. I kid you not.

So, here's that blasted photo in color--to give you the full effect:

BTW: Just so you know, other people agreed with Dave. There were at least 3 or 4 friends of Dave's that came up to me at the wedding and said, "you look nothing like your photo."