Deviant Dispatches

Last weekend, my sister Rachel married her loving partner of ten years, Max. It was wonderful to see the two of them so happy. The dress her mom made (by hand, composed of two different patterns!) was gorgeous and perfect for her. It was also wonderful to take some great pictures, like this one of Max breaking the glass at the end of their ceremony. Mazeltov! The decorations were exquisite. I got some priceless shots of her screaming at how much it tickled when Max removed the garter. Spousal Unit got his dance on pretty hard. And Rachel danced with her daddy. The weather was amazing all day. Everyone was sure it was going to get rained out - the radar was red for pretty much all of Wisconsin for Saturday. Instead of rainy, it was slightly overcast and cool during the ceremony, while we were outside. A dozen drops fell right after, and then the sun came out while the party took pictures. It was the perfect turn of events, leading to this won...

Please to enjoy this picture of Spousal Unit. He is wearing the latest fashion in facial hair (yes, you read that right - you're behind the times). His mustache has reached the point where it's starting to curl up on the ends a little bit. The whole of it is called the McClellan , though Spousal Unit wishes me to say that he's "not emulating that jackass." In his hand, we see a frosty beverage known as beer. But this is not just any beer; it is a Mr. Beer beverage, lovingly brewed by this mustachioed man two to three months ago. Have a lovely Monday; I'm off to be a mover and a shaker. (Quite literally a mover - we're out of the temp office and work and back into the remodeled acid trip of a space. Hooray.)