Wedding bells were ringing in Nashville this past weekend (and you can pick your jaw up off of the floor, it wasn’t my holy matrimony ceremony but a celebration I was lucky to take part in).

In preparation for the big weekend shenanigans, Ted and I relaxed with our favorite wine Friday night.

After a bridal brunch on Saturday, the bridesmaids were treated to mani/pedis and this chick couldn’t have been more thrilled, as it’s been over 365 days since I had a pampering session in a salon.

I ended up going with a traditional French mani but added a little sparkle (gotta spruce it up!) in the top coat.

As I was waiting for my nails to dry, I found out my niece in Iowa eats like her Auntie CBXB.

While my nephew on the on the other hand, loves his face clean.

On Sunday, the bridesmaids donned our white, monogrammed (so Southern) button downs we received as gifts from the bride. Prancing around in my white shirt and Spanx, I felt like I was channeling Tom Cruise via his Risky Business days.

I also felt the need to steal a pink acoustic guitar that hung on the wall in our dressing room. It was way too cute not to touch.

After the happy couple said their “I dos,” friends gathered in the courtyard for cocktails and photos, where I tried to sneak into the background of every single snapshot.

During our girls pic, we were photo bombed by a master, who looks like he might be trying to take off in flight Superman style.

Upon my late return home last night, Teddy was less than impressed with the non-quality time I spent with him this weekend, so he decided to express his dismay vocally by singing (at the top of his tiny lungs) a meow song all night long. He apparently exhausted himself because this is how he looked when I left for work this morning.

I’m the one that looks like I’ve been up all night singing on this sunny Monday.

Go figure.

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