Susan Sarandon’s 39-year-old daughter tied the knot in a beautifully enchanting ceremony. Despite looking radiant in her glamorous corset wedding gown, the new bride has found herself at the center of strong criticism from the public regarding her ensemble. Photos and details of the joyous occasion have been shared online.
Like a page straight out of a fairytale, Eva Amurri, daughter to iconic actress Susan Sarandon and famous director Franco Amurri, wed her beloved fiancé, Ian Hock, on June 29 in a stunning garden-themed ceremony. Pictures of the bride and groom saying “I do” in New York’s Hudson Valley have prompted strong reactions from the public, especially where Eva’s dress is concerned. Opting for a more personal and intimate gathering, Eva and Ian exchanged vows in front of 40 guests. In addition to Eva’s mother, the guests included Susan’s ex, Tim Robbins. Adding a layer of sweetness to the day was the fact that the 39-year-old lifestyle blogger and actress’s children played a special role in the ceremony.
Marlowe Mae, Major James, and Mateo Antoni Martino, whom Eva shares with her ex-husband Kyle Martino, performed a traditional handfasting using ribbons they picked out themselves.
Speaking about incorporating her kids in her special day, Eva, who also shared an array of images from her big day on her Instagram Story, explained, “We really wanted to center our little family unit in all of it, and make it as much about the kids as it was about us.”
Entitled Landlord Raised Our Rent by $650 – We Had Enough and Taught Him a Costly Lesson
When our landlord hiked our rent by $650, it was the last straw. Living in a rundown apartment with a broken fridge and constant harassment pushed us to the edge. Determined to get revenge, we concocted a clever plan to make him regret his greed and teach him an unforgettable lesson.
Dennis here. Let me tell you about the time my wife, Amber, and I dealt with the landlord from hell while saving for our dream house. It’s been a rollercoaster, but we learned a lot along the way
So, picture this: Amber and I moved into this tiny, run-down apartment a little over a year ago.
We were pinching pennies, trying to save up for a place of our own. The apartment was our stepping stone. Small, but we made it work. Amber decorated the place with some second-hand finds and DIY projects. I swear, she can make anything look good.
The trouble started right from the get-go.
We met our landlord, Mr. Williams, during the lease signing. Now, this guy looked like he had stepped right out of a 1980s corporate villain movie. Slicked-back hair, smug smile, and a suit that screamed “I have power, and I love it.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Williams,” Amber said, ever the polite one.
“Likewise,” he replied, barely looking up from the paperwork. “Let’s get this done quickly. I have other matters to attend to.”
We went through the motions, signing here and there. And then, like an idiot, I mentioned my income.
Amber and I brainstormed over a couple of beers one night, sketching out ideas on a napkin. We needed something that would hit Mr. Williams where it hurt but couldn’t be traced back to us.
Then it hit us—smells. Horrible, pervasive, can’t-get-rid-of-them smells.
“Alright,” I said, leaning back with a grin. “We need tuna, rotten eggs, milk, and dead mice.”
Amber chuckled. “This is going to be epic.”
We removed the tuna, cleaned out the rotten eggs, scrubbed the milk stains, and disposed of the dead mice. The smell finally began to dissipate.
“Good riddance,” Amber said, wiping her hands. “I hope he learned his lesson.”
And there you have it. The story of how we turned the tables on our greedy landlord and got the justice we deserved. If you ever find yourself in a similar situation, remember: a little creativity and a lot of determination can go a long way!
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