Get To Work...

Last week I was looking through our wedding photos and came across this little batch of beauties.

The day of the wedding 'we' lined my Aunt and Uncle's driveway with luminaries since that's where we were having the reception. 

Now I use the term 'we' loosely because as these pictures will show I had absolutely nothing to do with it. 

The day of the wedding I think I was getting a mani/pedi or some such. 

But looking at these pictures made me thing that maybe I was there. 

In fact, when I looked at these pictures I kind of envision myself with a whip saying:

"Get back to work!"

"No wedding punch without work!"

As you can see various and sundry family members were raiding the lumber company's  sandpile to fill the bags. 

My cousin Mark. 

Totally cute, huh?

"Get those bags filled!"

"Quit standing around!"

"Hey you kids in the back! Get to work!"

Was my Aunt Carol driving that thing?

Wow.

Why didn't anyone teach me to drive something like that?

Hmm...

Well, it wasn't me cracking the whip that day but it must have been someone. 

It all worked out. 

We got hitched. 

Speaking of work I took the kids with me to the car wash the other day. 

There really wasn't much work done.

See...

They've realized the vacuums can attach to their cheeks. 

I have no idea why they do this.

I never said they were normal.

They've also realized that the vacuum can be used to create 'totally awesome' hairstyles.

They would love the Flobee system.

"Are you making fun of us?"

Why, yes.

I am. 

Which is better than making you work, right?