“Your wedding?” she asked, startled.
“No.” I told her. I couldn’t bother explaining.
I spend ten hours a day with these people. Don’t they think I would tell them if I were getting married? I admit that I am not much of a chatter, but sheesh!
*laughs*
It really was beyond silly. (And, thankfully, I made it through said wedding with a fair amount of my sanity in tact).
I found a new book about which to crow. ;) Got some spare time? Read Mason and Dixon by Pynchon. It is sweet, heartbreaking and funny, all to the point of physical discomfort (especially the funny bits—laughed until I could not breathe).
I won’t even mention that Mason and Dixon are a yaoi fangirl’s dream... :p
Ah well, enough mindless rambling. I’ll leave you with a simple question:
How many cats are there on this bookshelf? And, can you now understand why tweedle dum and tweedle dumber are not allowed in my library?

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Yes, that’s right, seven, when, rightfully there was only supposed to be five. See what happens when Mummy fails to pull the library door all the way shut? Bad, bad kitties! :)
PS – Wal-Mart has their Crayola Crayons on for 25 cents!