A nice, relaxing weekend. One with a cool breeze, just-right temperatures, sunshine, no work to do, nowhere to go, room to sit back, breathe, and enjoy life with a great big sigh of utter contentment.
Not in the cards for us this weekend, my friends.
This weekend my one and only niece is getting married. The one that was my flower girl eighteen years ago, toothless grin and all. Now she's all grown up and getting hitched to the love of her life tomorrow night.
Oh, and the teeth? They grew back in.
The Girl is a candle lighter. She has to be there for the rehearsal at six tonight. I, on the other hand, will be freaking out trying to deal with the overload of work my part-time job decided to load on me this weekend, hoping to get it done before we have to be at the wedding tomorrow evening. In addition, the Cutie family is coming in from out of town, so we're all getting a family portrait or eighteen done on Sunday afternoon/evening in the out-of-doors.
It's supposed to be slightly warmer than Hell itself. And about eighty times more humid.
Yea for the Midwest, y'all. Where Spring can turn to blazing hot and humid Summer with the blink of an eye...
Even though you've planned it to still be Spring SIX MONTHS IN ADVANCE.
We have three married couples in their thirties, three children under the age of four, two teenagers, a grandpa and an elderly woman in the throes of menopause who will be trying to smile pretty while not sweating, screaming, kicking, crying or throwing a tantrum. And the rest of them may have problems, too.
Pray Interweblings. Pray hard.
Pray for cool temperatures both outside and in our hearts, sunny dispositions and days, and great photos. These are the first we've had taken in about seven years, so we're due.
Either that, or we need it to be so bad we'll be able to laugh about it for years to come.
Hey, what's life without a sense of humor?