Wedding Pictures (Finally)

So here's a random post for you: in honor of our second wedding anniversary (a.k.a., the Fluevog Anniversary, on which both Expat and Sparky bought fabulous shoes they did not need because they were on sale at the Fluevog store in Chicago), Expat and I finally had actual, honest-to-god, sit-down-with-a-photographer, shots-to-send-to-relatives "wedding" pictures made by none other than Big (of Big and Little fame). We did this in June/July shortly before the Great Migration and I am just now getting around to sharing them.


The veil actually belongs to Little. Being that Expat and I trooped down to the local courthouse with representatives of the Matic and Seven Red clans in tow, I didn't actually have a veil of my own. Big said he wanted to "try something" and I long ago learned to trust him when he gets that maniacal look in his eye . . . Sepia-toned veil kisses: cheesy? Perhaps. Fun? Totally.


As for the shirts, Topspun and the Better Half of the Fashionable New Yorkers (turned Chicago . . . ans? Chicagoites? What do you call people from Chicago? Chitownies?) decided that Schmozer was a suitable smooshing together of last names for a girl who didn't want to change hers and a guy who didn't care. Here at Scooter Nation, Team Schmozer rules. The shirts were a Valentine's present to Expat (note who's number 1; consider who let him be number 1).

So think of this post not as narcissistic pandering to the collective ego of we here at Scooter Nation. Think of it as an omage to Big's amazing ability to capture an honest smile by making grown people do silly things.