the end.
Not really...but lately it looks that way, doesn't it?
I went to a Bridal Shower this weekend. In the past year, several of the kids at our church have gotten married off. Well, they aren't kids...but they WERE when we moved here and started attending this church.
So one of these use-to-be-a-kid is getting married in June. Her name is Jill, and I went to her Bridal Shower yesterday. It was very nice. She got a boatload of gifts. I found out from her mother that they put a bid in on a house last week. Jill refuses to get too excited about it just yet. She's a smart girl.
I'm not one of these bloggers who carries her camera everywhere she goes and snaps pictures and tells interesting tales about the people she meets or places she goes. Unlucky you.
No, I'm the kind of blogger who tells you that the table was decorated with a pale purple tablecloth and chocolate kisses wrapped in shiny purple and blue foil were sprinkled down the center. These kept us somewhat entertained (and hyped up on sugar and caffeine) while Jill opened a boatload of presents. Until 3-year-old Ben came running over to my table with a half-empty bottle of water and announced, "Fight wiff me!" No, folks, I'm the kind of blogger who tells you that I snatched up my empty water bottle and had a sword fight with a 3-yr-old.
He won.
Ahem.
Moving along. Is this a good time to mention that I won one of the Bridal Shower games? My prize was a bottle of Avon shower gel and a scrubbie. To which I announced that it was the PERFECT day for such a gift and since it was pouring down the rain I was going outside to try it out.
I just can't understand why nobody wants to sit beside me at these things.
Oh my gosh I wish you lived next door - we'd have so much fun! With your writing ability, you don't NEED pictures!
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