To love that knows no distance
Here's a piece of advice. And it's a good one. If you go to an outdoor wedding do not wear heels. Unless you are also doing double duty as a lawn aerator...
The Gentleman Caller and I raced back (ok I came back earlier cause I wasn't feeling well) from volunteering and went straight to a wedding. It was out in the country, about an hour and a half away so we only made it to the reception. The groom is a friend who the Gentleman went to film school with. It was so good to see all the filmies and make outrageous wedding madlibs with them! We danced and jigged the night away and then sleepily drove home.
|You're probably thinking that it appears as though I have 2 beers in my hands.... WAIT! LOOK OVER THERE!|
Today I am thankful for the prairie land that I grew up on. To some it may seem like a lot of nothing but to those of us who know about the way the wind moves the wheat and the size of the sky and the magnificence of the sunsets, it feels like home.