There are only like two of you who read these things anyway, and one of them is obligated to, or I might cut her off... that's right, no sweet, sweet loving.
Always remember the great things the Allied Forces did on this day. Thank you for your sacrifice.
Most of the motif was in the reception hall which contained loads of Harry Potter related items and gallons of butterbeer, but there were some things in the ceremony and the church that referenced Sam and Stephanie's love for the Potterverse.
That was how this post was going to go. Until her.
In retaliation... here is Sambob deepthroating a big black donut.
Now before I go any further in this, for those of you reading who are not from Poplar Bluff, we have an almost comical amount of Mexican restaurants... So here is my plea. Please, one of you, start a traditional/bizarre food movement.
Actually, this was a pretty ghetto Days Inn, and I thought maybe towels and shit would be extra... I later found out that Chris and Heidi had these items, so naturally, I am just the lucky one. I made due, I took the pillow case off of one of the pillows and used it as a wash rag and my blankets made for a good towel.
First and foremost, I have moved from Lake of the Ozarks, Missouri back home to Poplar Bluff, Missouri.
I love and miss you, Mom. I am sorry I did not tell you more often.
If you have ever watched the movie, Shooter, starring Mark Wahlberg and the person I wish to be the mother of my ugly children, Kate Mara, then you already know the plotline.