Wedding Crashers

Every so often, the stars align and the universe presents the Pingree family with a reason to get together. A couple of weeks ago, that reason was the wedding of my cousin Justin. Did I mention that my Grandpa became an ordained reverend for the occasion? 

Followers of the Pingree family may be excited to know that Sydney has officially outgrown her former goth phase and has now moved into a grey area between teen punk and Jenny Humphrey. I'll take it!

I enjoy hanging out with a younger crowd.

Maids of Honor, which are typically only allowed from Thanksgiving until New Years, were provided by Nanna Babs. So the cousins and I parked ourselves at a table right next to the platter and ate our weight in Maids and washed it down with peach punch that she smuggled across the Canadian border (true story).

Santa Claus Dad and I declared a (temporary) truce from discussing politics, global warming, and my marital status...which resulted in three whole days of no arguments. I'm a lady, so I'm not going to tell you what joke he told between frames one and two of the picture above...