The night before Jen's bridal shower, she celebrated
her bachlorette party. Here she is with a tiara.
We ate at her favorite restaurant, Olive Garden. And here, if the
picture was closer, you could see how absolutely round I look already.
Jerry was absolutely perplexed that a guy was invited to the bridal
shower. I explained that Jen wanted to invite him, so we did. Jerry
kept saying, "You need a ticket to get into a bridal shower, and that
ticket is a vagina." Well, turns out, he brought that ticket after all.
In the form of his adorable almost 2-year-old daughter, Paige.
Here is Jen opening my gift: a platinum bar set.
I got Nicole a little something, too, because she is
moving across the country. She wanted to try out
San Francisco, so she quit her job at the paper and
went. That takes a lot of guts. I admire that.
And, no, this did not happen at the shower. Jerry recently set this
as our desktop photo, and I can't explain how much I love it.
Maybe it's Voz nearly tonging Jerry's right ear. Maybe it's Jerry's
"I'm king of the world" stance. Maybe it's the boob grab. Who knows.
Regardless, I'm pretty sure I'll want this photo around when I'm 90.