"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself"---and fireworks.

Looky looky what I came across while scanning wedding photos yesterday. I stand totally justified in my fear o' fireworks after finding this little play by play slide show that was taken at the end of my wedding reception. At some weddings, they throw rice. Other weddings have bubbles. My sister had butterflies for all of the guests to release.

Our wedding had fireworks.
Of course, Sparklers were illegal in our county, so they had to be purchased out of state, and "smuggled" in.

A) Being the "gentleman", Aaron braved the ring of fire first and paved a path to the car.


2) I freak out. (lots of hairspray, remember? And this was the end of the day, people. I'd had to re-apply several times. I'm more fumes than bride at this point)

D) Hold it.
Um. Hello?!
Hey, Romeo. How about if you get the crap back over here and get your wife safely into the car? Do you not see that I am pinned against our escape vehicle, being showered with sparks by a crowd of people who don't take me seriously when I say there is an entire can of Aqua Net on my head? And wait! Where are you going, anyway? Are you not driving?

Let's take a closer look at Aaron.
Busted.