El muerte de nuestra boda...

For the weekend that was designated for our wedding, T and I decided to spend time with family and friends. Scratch that. I decided to spend the entire day in bed and Tim decided we would instead go out. I had traveled home for part of the week to see my dear friend Deborah, who was visiting our hometown from North Carolina and whom I haven't seen in almost two years. We got ourselves into the usual Kewanee trouble on Thursday and Friday and she was run out of town at the end of the visit with the people of our fair hometown letting loose a collective sigh of relief that such a troublemaker had once again departed from their midst.

So Saturday rolled around and I was still trying to come up with justification for not leaving my mother's couch. Master procrastinator that I am, I managed to rise off of said couch at around 11:30 in the morning, about 3 hours after my expected departure and only after T called me about 1/2 dozen times to get my rear up and at 'em. I finally arrived in Bloomington around 4:30 and with the aid of Timmeh started making the meal we had planned for everyone. We made rat shaped meatloaf, mummy mashed potatoes, mummy appetizers and monster's eyes deviled eggs. I got frustrated halfway through and left to go take a shower after one plate was made, so my sister Becky and Tim prepared the rest of the plates. All said, I think it turned out to be a hauntingly delicious meal.

While we hadn't planned to go out after dinner, our friend Ashley drove all the way over from Kewanee and she had such an awesome costume on that we felt an obligation to the people of the twin cities to take her out for their enjoyment. Shenanigans ensued.

So we're not yet newlyweds and it wasn't the Halloween we thought it would be, but it was probably the best we could have expected, under the circumstances. Tim felt good physically the whole time and we were with people we love, so that makes all of the difference!