Bill's Cousin's Wedding

A picture of Bill and I at his cousin Wendy's wedding reception. Yes, Grandma, Bill exists. I think we look cute (I actually had a good hair day, and wore my ultra-cool, skintight, ankle-length, metallic silver skirt that I've been waiting three years to wear), but Bill, of course, hates how he looks in it. The dim lighting made his blonde hair look brown, and he says he's too fat. It's almost impossible to take a picture of him because he complains about his weight. Argh! He can't seem to get it through his head that I LIKE how he looks. Besides, he's not a little boy. He's 6'3" and has shoulders so broad that he has to get suits custom made. Imagine someone as tall as Uncle Jeff, but twice as wide.