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Images from the last 4 holiday seasons . . . all in random order. No captions, because my wrist friggin’ hurts. But enjoy the spirit of the seasons!

Bill, one of my bestest friends in the word, recently married the beautiful, wonderful Viviana in a gorgeous wedding, which was followed by one heckuvah par-tay! I had the honor of giving a reading in the ceremony, along with Jill. You may remember Jill as the tall blonde reader at MY wedding!

Here I share some pictures of the event, provided with gratitude by friends Jill and Laura. Our camera had technical difficulties

The gang, gathered together at the rehearsal dinner at Maggiano’s. A fitting choice but it would be personally incriminating if I said why.

Bill gave all his groomsmen and ushers boxers with the wedding party’s names embroidered on them. Of course they immediately modeled them for us.

Me and Danny, duh.

The old married couple. 10 months and still going strong!

A gorgeous ceremony at St Michael’s Catholic Church here in Houston.

I love my fellow Catholics

The “Gomertsons” - Mr. and Mrs. Bill and Viviana (nee Gomez) Robertson!

Jill, me, and Kelli, reunited “at last.” A sexy trio!

Resting between the busting of many moves: me, Danny, and Laura

Oh yes, Rice kids know how to get funky. Kelli, Bradley, and Ben.

My handsome hubs

Bill dances with his mommy- so cute!

The beautiful couple. I dream that they have a daughter and we have a son and they get married someday

And here’s a pic from Bill’s birthday this past March. I have to fix those evil red eyes of mine.

Although I am very much looking forward to having kids one day, I am very much dreading having to watch movies with them. I am not sure which will be worse: watching things over and over again, when the kids are 2-7 or so, or having to see movies like the ones my kid cousins seem to like. Such as Space Chimps, Fred Claus, or Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa. Which reminds me of my ultimate nightmare: 1997’s Jungle 2 Jungle, starring Tim Allen. My apologies if you are a fan of those films. As I have never seen them, I cannot really be a good judge. However, I will relish my freedom to avoid such films for as long as I can. Only when I am forced to out of love will I give silly movies a chance. Make hay while the sun shines, and watch as many rated R movies as you can before you get dumped in the world Daddy Day Care. They can’t all be can be The Fairly Oddparents. But I sure hope they get better by 2018 or so. (By my math, that gives me plenty of time before I start having kids. I want them, but I gotta grow up first, and I don’t wanna.)