We slept in our own beds last night, thoroughly obliterated from the 2,400 kms in 5 days round trip, but utterly satisfied with the glorious onslaught of family and old friends.
We arrived home with a surprising dearth of photos, but there will be more forthcoming once we start doing the family swap. We were far too busy visiting to be snapping photos all the time. Besides, my cousin's husband, both of them making the trek from Germany, took what I can only assume are some highly impressive photos with that big-assed camera of his.
First, of course, we had to check on the progress of the cottage that's being built. I was so pleased with how all the elements are fitting together so well, even though I had to pick them out piecemeal from websites. I mean, look at those cabinets and that hardware! Am I some kind of decorating guru or what?
I can't believe that we have no photos from the ceremony, as evidently our camera was in my purse. Here is the Little General, as her new spousal unit so fondly calls her, leading us through our paces at the rehearsal.
Fortunately, my sister-in-law, who was right on the aisle, took lots of photos, including those taken on a camera that was passed down the row to her, which she assumed belongs to the Spousal Unit. So she gleefully kept snapping photos of me officiating my heart out, until suddenly the camera stopped, and the film (yes film!) rewound. We are still not sure whose camera it was, but they now have a whole roll of pictures of the polka dotted wonder.
evidence that the Zombie family can clean up when they need to:
wedding debauchery snaps:
post nuptial barbeque, complete with the wedding dog, Habby: