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After that last LJ entry (I don’t pick the Photo Friday themes!), I figured I owed you something not gross.
Here’s the newest addition to Lynne’s family.
A West Highland terrier, she weighs three pounds at eight weeks old. Her name is Minute, because both Lynne’s son and I said the same thing when we saw her: She’s no bigger than a minute!
We also found out that some people (origins: Minnesota, Maine, California) have never heard that phrase: not as big as a minute. Is this a Southern thing?
Yes, so I did that, as I was instructed by FARB as well as the 20 to 30 e-mails I’ve gotten daily over the past month and the five to ten phone calls that began at 8:30 a.m. every day including Sunday for the past two weeks. LEAVE ME ALONE NOW! What I couldn’t believe was that as I walked out of the school where I vote, I thought, At last. That hippie guy strumming his guitar and saying, “Vote for Kinky!” and the half-dozen campaigners standing on the sidewalk will let me be. But no. A man leaped barriers, pushed his friends aside, said, “I MUST GIVE THIS TO HER!” and shoved a card into my hand because he’s RUNNING NEXT YEAR.
I always vote but can this be finished now? To reward myself, I got a turkey chef salad from Schlotzsky’s, even though every ingredient that is in it is also in my refrigerator (okay, exchange the turkey for chicken, but let’s not quibble).
I saw the Timpire emerge from his lair earlier with Rexford G. Lambert, but they’ve already voted. In fact, this is Texas. Rex probably voted three times.
Today I accidentally stumbled into a good mood. Don’t worry; someone managed to snatch me back from the brink of happiness. However, feeling nostalgic for the good times, I snapped some photos around the neighborhood of things that cheer me up.
Margot the Good Witch
Rexford G. Lambert skips the costume, gets right to the point.
Happy Halloween everyone!
I think The Brides are due back today. Happy ONE WEEK, Brides! Meanwhile, this time last week…
This photo shot by Glenda!
Poor quality pictures with the phone, but here are some things that I’ve seen out and about that made me smile.
That’s right! We can read. Reading is HOT! And we’re not posing here. We’re really, really reading.
NOW we’re really reading. That Famous Author Rob Byrnes is a good writer.
Or is he?
Kidding, FARB! We love your novels.
At least most of us do.
Help me, FARB, I’m being lured to the pink side!
Recently, I stumbled across this photo:
You can see the full-scale version of the image at this link from mybluemuse.com.
The photo made me want to research the Alamo Square Shoe Garden.
Solution! Roses up their butts and around their feet gave them extra support. No penguins were harmed during this wedding.
Tim also thought it would be fun to provide a groom’s cake, even though there were no grooms. I think it just had something to do with his chocolate lust. The reason it didn’t look as professional as the wedding cake is because a pro did the wedding cake. I did the groom’s cake. (Both cakes were delicious, however, because that same wedding cake pro taught me secrets for baking good cakes long ago.)
The Wedding Bitch was hoping we could find “cute” penguins for the groom’s cake. Penguins falling down. Penguins skating with each other. Penguins being penguinish. Unfortunately, finding a penguin in Houston at the last minute became more difficult than stalking the Wedding Bitch at the reception. Tom went on a quest and provided these two, and they did the job just fine.
I’m still not sure how The Brides felt about all the penguin surprises, but I hear their mothers loved them. My experience with weddings has taught me that pleasing brides’ mothers is no easy task, so that made me happy. I also overheard lots of compliments on the deliciousness of the cakes.
I kind of don’t ever want to taste cake again.
If you ever need penguin-themed items, The Penguin Place was the source for the cake topper. They got those penguins here FAST and in excellent condition.
The centerpiece at the Wedding Bitch’s table. I’m including it because it’s pretty.
His wine glass remained unfilled, but the level in his water glass mysteriously lowered over time. Could it be he was taking a quick drink while my attention was elsewhere?
A salad was placed for the Wedding Bitch. I thought this would draw him out. He likes salad. Rumor has it that he swooped by, picked up the salad, and gave it to a hungry DJ, though.
Mmmmm, chicken. Could he resist?
This looks familiar. I’m sure it’s the hand of the Wedding Bitch. Except… he’s holding his fork in his left hand. The Wedding Bitch is right-handed. Maybe it’s that European thing wherein the knife stays in the right hand and the fork in the left. Maybe it’s not the Wedding Bitch at all.
It was possible that wedding cake would lure him out…
One of them was even chocolate…
CAUGHT! Spotted on a speaker tucked in an out of the way place. I knew the Wedding Bitch could be captured with cake. He chose the cake with the yummy raspberry filling.
The wedding was beautiful and enormously moving. But that story is for others to tell. Except–one of my favorite moments was after The Brides had some time of seclusion following the ceremony, they joined us to the tune of the Snoopy dance. They got a standing ovation. That just sums up Rhonda and Lindsey. Their lives are full of joy, love, and humor.