Plus or minus three-ish weddings. Okay, so maybe just exactly one wedding. Math was never my thing.
I’m chugging on down to Georgia today for what’s sure to be the beautiful wedding of my beautiful cousin, Lanie, this weekend. I played an integral part in almost getting her kidnapped as kids. It’s cool. She had the sense to say no that rickety van full of imaginary puppies. So, in a weird way, I’m off to watch her life’s SECOND happily ever after. Something tells me this happy ending will involve more dancing and – fingers crossed!- fewer baby snatchers.
Happy Wedding Eve to my sweet, sweet lady cousin friend, and I’ll see you lovely ramblers first thing Monday. We’ve still got a party, your crazy creative contributions, and some bad, bad life decisions to talk about.