This post has nothing to do with DIY projects, recipes, or decor. You’ve been informed.
So I’m leisurely perusing Facebook around 10:30PM last night, when I
should’ve been writing a report came across a post from our wedding photographer.
When I saw the photo of my dad, stepdad, and me and where the link was from, I let out my signature, “WHAAAAT?!” Then
I peed my pants Brad called out from his office, “What, what’s going on?” I stammered out something about me being on Colin Cowie Weddings. Of course, Brad didn’t understand who Colin Cowie is. My first thought was to say, “He planned Kim Zolciak’s wedding. You know, ‘Don’t be Tardy for the Wedding’, the show I forced you to watch with me this weekend?” But then I thought that statement may hurt Colin’s credibility with the husband. (Brad has something against RHOA. Psh.) So instead I said, “He’s a famous wedding and party planner. He’s basically BFF with Oprah.”
I was going to call my mom and stepdad but they’re old and go to bed at 9:00. So I emailed them instead. I’ll call my dad today, but he probably won’t understand the severity of the situation and will say something like, “That’s great, honey!”
I asked my photographer how this came to be, and she said that the people at Colin Cowie Weddings saw the photo and contacted her. I’m guessing it’s because I saved the photo as “bride with two dads walking down aisle” when I posted it on here during my wedding series few months ago and the photo came up in a Google image search. I asked my photog if this notoriety gets me a future discounted photo session. She hasn’t said yes, but she hasn’t said no either.
Holy smokes, you guys. I’m on a roll– Sherry from Young House Love became my BFF two weeks ago and now Colin Cowie and I are basically besties, which means that Oprah and I are practically cousins. And you know what that means, right? It means you get a car! You get a car! You get a car! And you get a car! Everybody gets a CAAARRRRR!
This is just craziness. All because I had my dad, who’s been in my life for 27 years, and stepdad, who’s been in my life for 25 years, walk me down the aisle.
|(from left to right) My stepdad, me, and my dad. We’re kind of a big deal.|
Read the entire Colin Cowie Weddings article here.
Disclaimer: This post isn’t a means for me to gloat. It’s because I’m fah-reaking out, and I want to tell people. And everyone I know is lame and goes to bed before ten o’clock at night. So I’m typing this out at 11PM as atherapeutic exercise. Thanks for reading. You’re the best. I’ll remember you when Cousin Oprah and I hand out cars.