Happy Sunday! Seven and a half more days of school. I’m not counting or anything. Just informing those of you who may be interested.
The wedding we went to yesterday was really cool. Different. It was at this crazy house in the hills of Laguna Beach. The shuttle that picked us up would not drive up the driveway because it was so steep. So we had to hoof it. Basically, my hubby had to get behind me and push me up the steep incline. Once we got to the top, we had to go upstairs.
It was worth it in the end. AMAZING view.
Although the house was so strange. Really. None of us knew how to turn on the water in the bathrooms or turn on the lights. Seriously. So it didn’t matter that my hair had fallen or that I had sweated off all my makeup from the Mount Everest climb.
The bride is a DIY-er. And she did it. The little details were perfect. It was very non-traditional. My favorite part was her dress. Loved her dress!!! And the fact that the original officiant cancelled on them a few days before the wedding so one of our good friends got licensed over the internet and stepped in. He is Scottish. As in, really Scottish. Not the way I say I’m Scottish. Which I am, but not enough to really say that. Although I am enough Scottish that my dad says I’m not allowed to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. Our friend is truly Scottish. His parents still live there and he moved to the states to go to college.
He was perfect. His accent added to the whole affair. So did the kilt.
I loved his dress, too.
Speaking of dresses . . . I don’t have a great pic of me in my dress. I looked up the dress online and couldn’t find it anymore. So I present you the dress hanging in my closet.
Does it look like we are at the beach? Because we are. I think it looks more like we’re in the desert. And that we’re stranded in the desert. Which we kind of were stranded. We were supposed to park at an elementary school to catch the shuttle. But the elementary school parking lot was blocked off with a bunch of signs talking about being towed away. One sign said, “Towed Away? Call the Sheriff.” Can you imagine what the sheriff would say? “So you got towed away, did ya? Why did you park there? It said Tow Away Zone. Say goodbye to your car.”
Luckily, we met up with another friend who was in the same boat we were and we finally figured out that there had been a change in plans and we had to park at a grocery store.
I guess if you really want to stalk me, you can figure out what the rest of my license plate says.
It has come to my attention that I haven’t offered any freebies lately.
I don’t know how to remedy that. I don’t have anything. I already gave away my sanity.
I am going to offer the third product for the Learning Resources giveaway later this week, though. That’s something.
And I want to tell you about my park and props. I got a lot of questions. And inquiries. And stuff.