





Happy Thanksgiving from all of us here at Introverted Wife.
So um, that would be just from me then. Anyway, here are some of the best bits from Turkey Days past brought to you by MST3K.
"Slug the turkey, Frank. He must die so we may live."
That's right, during those cold lonely nights you can snuggle up with your own sperm (there's also an egg for any guys needing some love).
This would be so adorable as a gift for a bachelorette party, and much cuter than any inflatable penis. Or if you have any medically minded friends there's a great T4 bacteriophage virus and lots of bacteria.
I really don't think I could pick a favorite, oh okay maybe this one.
Then I got out the white paint, mixed it up with some water and painted some really cool freehand racing stripes. I think it makes her head go faster.
I got distracted a bit and had to try on the Chucky wig my tall flower girl was gonna work on for her boyfriend as well.
In the end our little bride turned out looking quite cool. It was quite surprising how quickly she fell into character without having a clue she was doing it.
(And if you're wondering about the shirt change, let me say wet paint is dribbly and changing a shirt while having a huge wig on is hard work. So put a towel down if you're gonna try this).
It worked out so much better than I could have imagined, everyone was really happy and relaxed, and no one felt the need to smack me upside the head because my girls weren't in the exact same dress, shoes, and hair.
So take that rules. If one of your best friends wants to wear a dress that isn't made by the same designer as your others or even from the same dreaded dye lot just think about it letting her. Who knows how much fun you could have?
We just got in these ransom pictures. It appears to our forensics office that the bride was kidnapped to a local Doc Johns probably to embarrass the shit out of her.
Here the culprits proceeded to drag her around the store, pointing and giggling. They may have at one point had a store employee show off one of their vibration machines. Perhaps they finished the crime off by buying her some "things" for the wedding night.
So, do we prosecute?
No, it seems she was delivered back in time for the end of her reception. Let's just call it case closed and go get some coffee.
A nice expected head table.
And then there was our mess
Am I the only other crazy person who really doesn't want to share pictures for fear they don't measure up?