Color me surprised.

Aunt J & Aunt S threw me a shower. Like for my wedding. As in wedding shower. Somehow in their .5 days of being home from Douglas Lake, they found the time to plan and prep for little ‘ol me. Heart melt.

At first I was filled with all sorts of panic and dread about it, but they made sure to announce right away that there would be no games. Thank The Jesus.

I just don’t do games. It’s that leftover anxiety from grade school game trauma — you know those ones where your teacher said, now there are no wrong answers, but that was bs. Clearly there were right and wrong answers. Stupid shit, those games can be.

So instead we just ate really good food and desserts and gifts! Omg, omg, omgeeeeee. How exciting are gifts! They are just so DAMN exciting. I will always perpetually be excited by gifts.

Just check the look on my face when I opened up this juicer from Maman:

Don’t look too long though. It’s an odd angle of me. I feel like I’m rocking a little Pinocchio and it’s having me feel more than a little insecure that I’ve posted on the interwebs for all to see, but, see!

This is me being … me. Putting myself out there. Trying to love me and not what others think, even though what I’m really thinking right now is, I hope no one is making fun of my weird nose profile.

But to hell with weird nose profiles and thunder thighs!

I’m feeling so damn thankful. That I have this many People who love me in my life. And will go out and buy me some super fab gifts.

I know life isn’t about gifts and the stuff. Believe me, I know that all too well. However, I would just like to interject, that gifts never hurt.

They can give warm fuzzies, too. But, yes, at the end of the day — when I’m asked 20 years from now if I had a wedding shower, I doubt I’ll remember the juicer — scratch that. I’ll probs mention the jucier first.

Then I’ll cry and go on and on about all the beautiful souls who there to share in it with me.