Boy-Brain Attachment

You can’t do that, Jasmine. You need to think like a boy. JD was talking to me from the opposite side of our room. And I was, well, trying to ignore him. JD continued by saying, girls get attached to things and boys are a little more cut and dry.

Oh, yeah, riiiight. This is coming from the same guy who was disappointed when his mashed potatoes weren’t creamy enough at tonight’s dinner. And the asparagus? They were good, but they lacked in presentation. Those were his words, not mine.

So, when I hear JD talking about using my boy-brain—which was retired at the age of 12 after I broke a boy’s collarbone—I scoff. I was trying to put together a slideshow from a recent wedding and I had too many pictures, or at least that’s what he said. I know he’s right, but I just can’t choose. What can I say, I’m attached. I’m a girl…and I’ll break another collarbone to prove it ☺

Here are a few more from Lisa and Riki’s wedding…
Lisa's shoes













Riki shielding his bride from the Orange County sun...















The guests eagerly opened their amazing (i.e. pink!) parasols...
















Lisa kissing her father...


















A view from the distance...


















Riki getting ready to walk down the aisle...

















Lisa in the ballroom before the ceremony...





















The bouquets...

















Just as the bridemaids made their way into the reception, they left their bouquets alongside Lisa's veil...