Can I have this dance.. For the Rest of my Life...
Weddings.. Oh, how I hate weddings..
I avoid these things at all cost. Everybody gets gussied up and flies in from everywhere, knowing half of them dont get along or have died off but nonetheless it's a celebration.. We all piled in the car and off to the little white chapel. Weddings are a crock folks. Creepy photographer lurkin around for that perfect shot and all the formalities of who sits where and what candles get lit when. Tragic.
In keeping with happiness, it was a nice shindig. They had 10-12 people on each side and somebody wranglin in the little ones. Short version, they said their agreements, slammed some rings and locked a kiss.. Onto the reception. Got the grub on the purdy plates (only in Texas do you find quesidillas..) and onto the fancy glasses of iced tea. Given my knack for clumsiness, I looked around for a sippy cup but no dice. There were no drunken idiots which was a plus because I prefer to make fun of ignorant sober people. The standard wedding tunes were in effect and poor Dusty was still wishin and hopin.. Mom had already pegged the standard nifty wedding song in the title above and three times that one played as we edged closer to a kareoke moment.. But all in all, it was a nice affair outside with lights and lack of the chicken dance..
Great job Brad and Erin, it's hard work from here on out.
.. Moving on, outside the park Daddy is still workin on the homestead. He has one side of the house sided purdy and talking of painting the wood on the other three. (Yes, he did finally get that open side finished after four months and is looking forward to installing the central air unit that he ripped off after Winn-Dixie closed.) Perhaps I'll scan pictures of the homestead and make a headshaking redneck experience for all.
Lets see what is in the news.. They have started diggin for Jimmy over in Michigan again. It's been a good 30 years now folks. Let the poor man be wherever he wound up because it's a JFK thing and we're never going to know. Hmm, Ray Nagin got re-elected in New Orleans. I dont live there so not much I can say. Oh Divinci Code came close to scraping Titanic on profits this weekend.. There is something about Britney Spears going on. That woman needs therapy because her teeny bopper shit isnt going to get her much further.. I watched the 60 minutes retrospective on Mike Wallace tonight and folks, he is a great man. Antagonizing his interview subjects until they explode for all to see.. I havent heard anything about Katie and whack job Tom, guess I'll wait until he jumps on another couch before the wedding.. President Chaney hasnt shot anyone that I know of but Mary's little bullshit interview was a waste of my oxygen..
Little Debbie is a racket. Those brownies you know damn well are marked up and dont last too long. Hey, can I get an Enron investigation on that?
You might live in a trailer park if:
Your favorite entree is Spam barbecued on the grill.
I avoid these things at all cost. Everybody gets gussied up and flies in from everywhere, knowing half of them dont get along or have died off but nonetheless it's a celebration.. We all piled in the car and off to the little white chapel. Weddings are a crock folks. Creepy photographer lurkin around for that perfect shot and all the formalities of who sits where and what candles get lit when. Tragic.
In keeping with happiness, it was a nice shindig. They had 10-12 people on each side and somebody wranglin in the little ones. Short version, they said their agreements, slammed some rings and locked a kiss.. Onto the reception. Got the grub on the purdy plates (only in Texas do you find quesidillas..) and onto the fancy glasses of iced tea. Given my knack for clumsiness, I looked around for a sippy cup but no dice. There were no drunken idiots which was a plus because I prefer to make fun of ignorant sober people. The standard wedding tunes were in effect and poor Dusty was still wishin and hopin.. Mom had already pegged the standard nifty wedding song in the title above and three times that one played as we edged closer to a kareoke moment.. But all in all, it was a nice affair outside with lights and lack of the chicken dance..
Great job Brad and Erin, it's hard work from here on out.
.. Moving on, outside the park Daddy is still workin on the homestead. He has one side of the house sided purdy and talking of painting the wood on the other three. (Yes, he did finally get that open side finished after four months and is looking forward to installing the central air unit that he ripped off after Winn-Dixie closed.) Perhaps I'll scan pictures of the homestead and make a headshaking redneck experience for all.
Lets see what is in the news.. They have started diggin for Jimmy over in Michigan again. It's been a good 30 years now folks. Let the poor man be wherever he wound up because it's a JFK thing and we're never going to know. Hmm, Ray Nagin got re-elected in New Orleans. I dont live there so not much I can say. Oh Divinci Code came close to scraping Titanic on profits this weekend.. There is something about Britney Spears going on. That woman needs therapy because her teeny bopper shit isnt going to get her much further.. I watched the 60 minutes retrospective on Mike Wallace tonight and folks, he is a great man. Antagonizing his interview subjects until they explode for all to see.. I havent heard anything about Katie and whack job Tom, guess I'll wait until he jumps on another couch before the wedding.. President Chaney hasnt shot anyone that I know of but Mary's little bullshit interview was a waste of my oxygen..
Little Debbie is a racket. Those brownies you know damn well are marked up and dont last too long. Hey, can I get an Enron investigation on that?
You might live in a trailer park if:
Your favorite entree is Spam barbecued on the grill.
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