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Way Back and Half Nekkid

MaMaDuck over at The Kept Woman,wants to see some drunken wedding photos. Well, seeing as how my darling Clint had knocked me up before the wedding, there will be no drunk wedding photos. I do act like a jackass a lot. Does that win me any prizes?
Let's start with the sweet, sentimental ones first. This first picture is during the ceremony on June 29th. My mother, who passed away September 15th, performed the ceremony. She does not look her best here. Chemo and all the other meds, had her bloated and exhausted. How cool is it that she was able to marry Clint and I.

The next two pictures are of two of my favorite people. They started off being just my bosses (They owned the restaurants I worked at) and ended up being more like family.


This last one is of me with my boys. All these "kids" were servers at Pat's Place, the restaurant I managed. Boy, did we have some cute boys.

Now, I also wanted to play with WarCryGirl over at The Cure for Boredom. Today is Half Nekkid Thursday. So, here I am on my honeymoon. I am literally half-naked.

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