Victoria & Matt are the most adorable. Hands down.

V and M stting in a tree... K... I... S... S...

well, you know the rest.

I'm pretty lucky to have been able to shoot these engagements.

I wish every couple was just as attractive and sweet.

Let's all be jealous of this gorgeous couple.

I know I am.

P.S. Of COURSE Elissa's little sister would be gorgeous.

I may need an intervention.

My good friend Jessica P. had a billion lbs of candy at her house... her house being the place where I met my demise.

Because THERE is where I met my doom.


She introduced me to Caramel Apple Hershey Kisses.

I'm living my own fake tragedies.

Glib
1 a : marked by ease and informality : nonchalant b : showing little forethought or preparation : offhand c : lacking depth and substance : superficial
2 archaic : smooth, slippery
3 : marked by ease and fluency in speaking or writing often to the point of being insincere or deceitful

This is my Monday post.

I love my day off.

Treat and a gem and a treaty gem

Rare treat #1: Sunday afternoon, a trip to the airport, and ME getting a chance to drive my father's massive truck. I felt so manly... so... so powerful. NOW I finally see why there are so many egos fighting for a chance to not use their blinkers and to run my tiny Rio off the freeway. NOW I finally have the evidence I needed to support my theory that boyfriend circa 2004 was going to die young and take me down with him, in the snowball effect of his blowing up in his white trunk of doom. NOW I finally see why four wheel drive is imperative in the middle of a cloudless and mildly sunny Autumn afternoon... wait. No. That's still a mystery. Another mystery I'm dying to solve is why camouflage-painted-pickup-trucks are still a fad. I'm no red-neck, but I'm pretty sure that that genre of people have trends that go as swiftly in and out just like the rest of the world's genres. The camo-truck should be out... and stay out. Thank goodness Dad has enough sense to own normal colored vehicles only. Or I wouldn't have driven it anywhere. I have my standards....


Rare treat #2: My dad gave me a dollar to buy a soda and fruit snacks. Where are the days of thrift? Where are the days of car-trips sans sugar? Where are the days of non-indulgence to my whiney whims? I'm not complaining.

Rare treat #3: I drove in the carpool lane. ALL BY MY LONESOME for about 4 miles. I love road construction that allows me to do the normally impossible. I'd like to shake Utah transit's (yet ever-debilitating-so-they-have-to-perform-ridiculous-expensive-and-ill-timed-construction-on-my-path-o'-commute) hand. Mostly for letting be by myself for a moment to pretend I was Ms. Pacman (what a babe), which requires me to make loud chomping/eating sounds as I drive over the top of each car-pool diamond, which normally would annoy and confuse any innocent bystanders/passengers.