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I'm here, and I'm not dead, and Steven has showed me how to connect my laptop to their cable hub.
We'd have been here sooner, but everything that could possibly have happened happened. Flat tire on the freeway right out of Houston... it's much harder to change a tire when you're trying to avoid being run over by the cars going 65mph two feet away from your back. And then we had to get the tire replaced and then we got lost and eventually by midnight we were halfway there in the Ozarks, not a dog shorter (all five puppies, both big dogs). So we slept and got here at 2 in the afternoon today instead. I never had to drive. Yay.
Kevin's wedding was fairly tame, I suppose, since I wasn't in it. The highlight was the Drooping of the Flowergirl... there were two, and both were very tired, so on one side of the dais one turned around and rested her hands on her head and went to sleep outright; the other one did the classic droooop-jerk... droooop-jerk for fifteen minutes straight during the sermon. She wouldn't wake up at the recessional, even when the other one called her and shook her quite vigorously. The preacher, the last one out, had to pick her up and walk her down the aisle after she finished picking up all the rose petals that fell out of her basket. Gail laughed so hard she cried. The ringbearers, cousins of mine, were much more competent, I'm happy to say. The reception was... eh. Food was all right. The fellowship hall of that church doubles as a gym, but there was no dancing cause they started popping balloons to kick us out at 10, after everybody finished eating. Blah.
Came back to Lisa's and then Charlotte, a bridesmaid (cousin to me, sister to Kevin), who goes to camp tomorrow, glued her hair into foot-long spikes (with help from us three or four assistants), and then cut the spikes off, and then buzzed her hair, and then shaved the buzz. So now Charlotte is bald. She looks just like Dopey the Dwarf. I would have done the same thing, but I want mine to be long for the Renfair. I'll do something drastic after that.
Desperately missing you all, but I'm probably not gone for three weeks straight, since David and Grandjo don't have room in their car to take puppies and dogs back before we go to Boston. Which means mama and I have to drive home and cut our relative-visiting short, and then drive up to the east coast. But. I'll be back sooner. Which is good. I've never really had homesickness before... or, rather, not homesickness, cause it's not my own house I miss so much, but... I don't know. The distance, whatever. I'll be back. Gotta remember that.
We'd have been here sooner, but everything that could possibly have happened happened. Flat tire on the freeway right out of Houston... it's much harder to change a tire when you're trying to avoid being run over by the cars going 65mph two feet away from your back. And then we had to get the tire replaced and then we got lost and eventually by midnight we were halfway there in the Ozarks, not a dog shorter (all five puppies, both big dogs). So we slept and got here at 2 in the afternoon today instead. I never had to drive. Yay.
Kevin's wedding was fairly tame, I suppose, since I wasn't in it. The highlight was the Drooping of the Flowergirl... there were two, and both were very tired, so on one side of the dais one turned around and rested her hands on her head and went to sleep outright; the other one did the classic droooop-jerk... droooop-jerk for fifteen minutes straight during the sermon. She wouldn't wake up at the recessional, even when the other one called her and shook her quite vigorously. The preacher, the last one out, had to pick her up and walk her down the aisle after she finished picking up all the rose petals that fell out of her basket. Gail laughed so hard she cried. The ringbearers, cousins of mine, were much more competent, I'm happy to say. The reception was... eh. Food was all right. The fellowship hall of that church doubles as a gym, but there was no dancing cause they started popping balloons to kick us out at 10, after everybody finished eating. Blah.
Came back to Lisa's and then Charlotte, a bridesmaid (cousin to me, sister to Kevin), who goes to camp tomorrow, glued her hair into foot-long spikes (with help from us three or four assistants), and then cut the spikes off, and then buzzed her hair, and then shaved the buzz. So now Charlotte is bald. She looks just like Dopey the Dwarf. I would have done the same thing, but I want mine to be long for the Renfair. I'll do something drastic after that.
Desperately missing you all, but I'm probably not gone for three weeks straight, since David and Grandjo don't have room in their car to take puppies and dogs back before we go to Boston. Which means mama and I have to drive home and cut our relative-visiting short, and then drive up to the east coast. But. I'll be back sooner. Which is good. I've never really had homesickness before... or, rather, not homesickness, cause it's not my own house I miss so much, but... I don't know. The distance, whatever. I'll be back. Gotta remember that.
