Last night’s to-do was only marred by not-so-great food, although this is in truth the main standard by which I judge most receptions, nights out, even trips and vacations! Our honeymoon was described as a lobsterfest as we ate our way up through the coast of New England to Acadia. I could still describe every meal served on a cruise I went on many years ago, but I have forgotten exactly where the ship was headed.
The surprise anniversary for my niece and her husband was to them, a total surprise. It was great to see them enjoy what came to be a belated wedding reception, and to have their three children be there with them to enjoy it as well. J. and I were perhaps the first to leave however, both yawning our way through the music (I love to dance, he hates it). It’s early morning and I’m out to my shop to play catchup on the work I was too lazy to go back and finish after Thanksgiving dinner.
Why does it seem like I’m always running somewheres to do something in my life?
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