The wedding part one…

With just a few weeks before this blessed occasion I wanted to strangle my first born! There were none of the tears that I was expecting on a daily basis, but instead the sighs of exacerbation as to how could I have raised a child like this. I really didn’t need this.

With what I suspect was just sheer malice, my sweet and sticky child, my minister of God still refused to put his cereal bowel away! This has been a long running battle of at least 18+ years! You would think he was incapable, obsessed with the notion that cereal bowls belong on the floor next to the couch. I tried to remind him that if he was old enough to get married he was old enough to put the offending bowl in the sink (better yet dishwasher), but my words were in vain. Yes I know that in those early formative years I should have made him eat at the table, but I can’t resist his smile.

With just a few weeks to go his room was still uninhabitable. Most of his Stuff should have been packed away by now. The refrigerator unplugged for years now should have been carted off to the dump! (Three months latter it is in front of my craft supplies and everyone is still afraid to open it)

Only a few more weeks to go and still his is auguring with me as to the tackiness of the decorations that I planned for this special event …but that is for the wedding part two…