My father’s wedding is this Saturday (I was shocked when I actually got the invitation last week. I was not shocked, however, that I only had three days to RSVP because my father is nothing if not irresponsible). Needless to say, I’m not going.
Instead, I’m spending the day with people I love dearly, so kimmyspetals and TBO are taking me out, and then we’re having a fire with the rest of my little patchwork family.
I honestly can’t think of a better way to spend the day, really.
You have way more patience than I do, going that far back on my blog. Props to you. Seriously.
P.S. I’m glad that my particular brand of weird is entertaining to someone.
I completely destroyed my mouth by testing a piece of macaroni that still had boiling water trapped in the bend.
If you think for one minute that I am not going to spend my day waiting out hurricane Arthur by drinking tropical drinks and listening to the 1776 soundtrack, then you obviously don’t know me at all.
I mean, if you catch me, I’ll be faithful, but I’ll grumble about it sometimes.