Seattle! The Jewel of the Northwest! The Emerald City! The Coffee Capital of the World! That Place Where a One Bedroom Basement Apartment Costs Three Million Dollars a Month (plus utilities)! Seattle!
If you've spent this past month lying on your bedroom floor, slowly losing consciousness as you constantly refresh my blog's homepage awaiting a new post, I apologize. If you haven't been doing that, but have instead continued to live your life in a normal manner whilst occasionally checking my blog for an update, I hate you. And for everyone else who just DOESN'T read my blog at all, I am going to hunt you down and make you pay, so help me. Yes, you will spend the rest of your life in fear, always looking over your shoulder, and one of the times that you do, I'll be there. (But since you won't even know to be scared because you're [obviously] not reading this, I've been super busy printing and mailing out flyers to you and the other 6,999,999,897 people on Earth who aren't currently followers. Also, I've been getting a lot of questions about who this threat applies to so let me just say that there are NO EXCUSES for not reading my blog, so I don't wanna hear about how you don't have a computer/can't speak English/are an infant! Geez, people these days don't take any responsibility, which is exactly what happens when everyone gets a trophy as a kid! And soda pop! It's all that damn soda pop!
Soooo we went to Seattle to be with the family as they finally sealed the deal with Doc to go ahead and take Mikyn off of our hands. It was all little shaky, but once we heard the I do's, Rehders across the world let out a sigh of relief. Have fun with that, Fullmers! *rubbing hands together, mischevious laugh*
The wedding was lovely, which was not a good thing since none of us know how to act fancy. Case in point, this is how Sloan gets Ward dressed for church:
|It makes more sense when you know that|
we're members of the congregation
at Chippendales Presbyterian.
Now, there's something that happened while on our trip that I want to address right now. You might have heard rumors, there may have been some whisperings about town, so let me set everything straight. It is true that I was approached by a
one hundred pound teenage boy hunky man while I was buying Cheetos on the ferry. He said, "You're really beautiful, you know that?" To which I (confused and hard of hearing) replied, "Cheetos!" and walked away before realizing what he'd actually said to me. I rushed back to thank him, but by he was already gone. Was he a ghost? Was he a magician? What he a mega-rich playboy who had seen my face and right then decided to love me and only me until the day he died, then realizing his love unrequited, decided to jump overboard to silence the roaring agony of his heartbreak? No one can know for sure (except for me: it was the third one).
*sigh* So there, you've heard it from me directly. Hopefully that will quell the constant inquiries my family has been receiving. They've been supportive.
But enough about me! Here are some pictures from our trip!!
|Ward doing an impression of Mikyn.|
|Me doing an impression of me.|
|Ward and Ed doing impressions|
of each other.
|Sloan doing an impression|
of...a jolly lumberjack?
|Ward not really caring about what |
the word impression means.