If It's Monday ~ It's John Barrowman Time ~!

Greetings Earthlings !

Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa...I know it has been ages .ok...a week or so which is ages for me since last we met..what can I say ?

It's been busy at work..I know blah blah de blah ..and then THE WEDDING !...and the usual disasters at the Casa and so on...but I have read all of the blogs that I follow and am trying to catch up so there you are.

The Wedding:

Okay..no this was /is not our childs wedding, tho the way I felt about it , it well could have been .

Yes..huzzah.....baby crazy cajun...opps....Mr. Ossifer Cajun SIR ..YES SIR..is a married man. His wife aka lovely bride ( and OMG..she really is drop dead gorgeous) ..and he did the dirty deed this Saturday...and in hindsight it really didn't matter that the shortness here ( Moi) couldn't see a thing because I was pretty teary eyed through the whole thing as it was..I'm telling ya..thank

Bast once agasin for water proof mascara. The reception /dance was at a local restaurant and I was smart enough to have changed into flats...no fool I. With a gap of 2 1/2 hours between the 2 events, I really did not want to hit a local watering hole, and we really needed to go home and tend to the furr flock...it all worked out in the end.

However:

Recipe for a ginormous headache

1. Star mother loving gazer lilies at every frakkin table.

2. Mariachi ..lovely band but geeze..

3. Party favor horns ( mini vuvuzu's or what ever the hell those world cup things were )

Judas H..arrrrggggghhhh.

We sat with the Cajuns natch, and the cutest thing...At our table was a 12 year old young lady who is second or third cousin of the groom...and Gordy had mentioned that Miranda ( not Amanda dear...MIRANDA !) had a bit of a crush on him .

Right.

Oh shit...she does.

And it was sooo cute.

Gordy was polite and somewhat attentive to her ( please note that her parents and younger brother were also at the table) and generally aware that he needed to be kind and cordial to her....he hit just the right mix...and I just smiled...because after all...I was just furniture to her..which is fine.

By 10 pm..I'd had enough and even tho the cake had not yet been cut, we fled the joint. I was tired and hisself had a golf tourney the next day..yeah..peace and quiet so I could sleep.

Other than that , it will be a quiet week as I get my act together to go bug the hell out of the SISTAH..can't wait babe..can't wait.

Have a great week.

Ciao,

Aunty Pol