But, buck up, Bucko! We're employed. We have a wonderful family and friends. And Dot and Merv. And anoles and sometimes raccoons and possums. And non-grilled ribs for dinner because I won't let Mr. Froth grill.
I must energize. I must start painting again. I must write. I must clean the floors. Perhaps I'll pick my hangnails and ruminate instead. Or drink a glass of wine. Or laugh with Mr. Froth. Or compose an actual sentence with subject and predicate and clauses and such. (See Elements of F*$&#* Style.)
Instead, I shall post a pick of my new bestie from the wedding, one of our groomsmen who kept pulling me out to dance and hijacked me into the conga line and discussed libertarian sorts of views at the end of the reception. GOOD TIMES PEEPS! (That is NOT anything gross by my armpit.It's just a shadow. I mean. Ew. I think my skin turned green or something from the dress or...geez. What IS that?)
How pretty you look! I'm glad you had a good time and I hope all the fires miss you.
ReplyDeleteFabulous dress and you look lovely!
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Beautiful! Sounds like good times.
ReplyDeleteOh how wonderful! You look Mahvelous Dahling. So glad everything went well.
ReplyDeleteApparently only gorgeous people were allowed to attend the celebration.
ReplyDeleteY'all are too kind. Jean-I want whatever eyeglasses you're wearing!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great pic! You are fabulously awesome even with holly growing out of your pit!
ReplyDeleteDon't try to distract us with that thing growing out of your pit: there is much more telling prop in the pic: a very plausible bottle neck growing out of your bestie's other hand!
ReplyDeletenow I can see for sure: the party was "it"
The partay was PARTAY!. Actually, it was very well contained and no one got obnoxious. Until we went to La Quinta, that is.
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