I was planning to write a recap of the week, since I'm brain dead from indulging my Southern Woman side's insistence upon waking me up at 4.00am to watch the royal wedding. What can I say? I had to see the dress. And as soon as I woke from a nap, I had to see the cakes. Somewhat untraditional I might be, but by gods, you give me a wedding and I am all over it like white on rice and butter on biscuits. So, yes, the dress, the cakes, and Prince Harry in uniform - oh, my!
Where was I?
Recap. Right - I don't see it happening, as nothing went down worth recapping. Well, there was one thing: I walked in to tidy up Didgeridoo Boy's bathroom on Wednesday, and noticed that the faucet on his sink was knocked askew. Judging from the force it took to get it un-askewed, I can't imagine what might have knocked it out of line, and I'm not one hundred percent certain I want to know. That sink is known to behave as if possessed.
And then there was yesterday's jot into the creepily surreal. That was entertaining, but best not over thought. I did, however, think of the one thing that was lacking. This song:
That would have put the cherry on top.
So, upward (hopefully), and onward. I'm still catching up from having been incapacitated, and I have a sick, toothachey husband on my hands. See you all Monday!