The Graduate

If anyone has seen The Graduate, I'm very sorry. It's a horrible movie. Don't watch it. What you SHOULD watch is my blog post that is about to happen. Much better. 

 For graduation week, we got extra spoiled. Momma Kristen took us to get pedicures, which is kinda my favorite thing ever. One thing I love about this family is that they make me feel like a normal sized human being. The kiddie chairs fit us way better then the normal grown up chairs. 

 We got jazzed up for the Senior Banquet.
(Actually the only reason for this picture is to show off my hott calves and G's new dope suit. Duh).

 Garret had to go up about 29127932 times to receive various awards. He pretty much won everything. Sigh... I love this man. 

 Cute mom and son

 Sister Dalton voted Garret and I "Cutest Couple". See? I told you we won all the awards!

 Geet and Mr Joe. Mr Joe is the best. 

 Waiting! 

 Receiving his diploma from Provost Sowell and VP Doxey

 We must be sisters

 One word: Broship. That's what happens when your bishop is your bro. (And your boss/roommate/mentor/leader) 

 This picture cracks me up every time. Bubba is a very large man, but this picture makes Garret look like a 2 year old. HA. 

 These peeps got Garret through school. The Posse. We love them.

 Our bestie, Georgina.

  A shout-out to Zach and Taylor who took two over-night flights just support the grads and hang out with us for 6 hours. You guys are the best.

 Then we all went to a bar and got sloshed. not. 

See? Told you I married an amazing dude.