“til death do you part…or death by chocolate…whichever comes first.
We heard wedding bells!
We helped celebrate this beautiful couple’s Holy Matrimony last night.
While i enjoyed a glass of red on the patio with a beautiful backdrop of the sun setting over the Sonoran Desert, live mariachi music playing romantically off in the distance, i treated my girls to their 2nd treat of the week…a (grande-sized) kiddie cocktail- also known as a Shirley Temple.
(Speaking of romance, love must have been in the air, because their first treat this week were red, heart-shaped suckers they found in their old decorated Valentine box on their closet shelf. Now that’s shelf life, literally.)
We danced and danced and danced. I couldn’t stop the silent tears from falling down my cheeks during her father/daughter dance- my daddy passed just two months ago. But my mood changed when my girls and i did the Electric Slide, and i hardly felt a thing when a fellow dancer wearing sharp-heeled stilettos stepped on my right foot. OUCH! As i recited the Hail Mary in my head to reduce the pain, i couldn’t help acknowledge the fact that my move was the correct one.
We kept eyeing up the cake, sitting there like an heirloom doll not to be touched- except for the one child who thought it was perfectly acceptable to stick his finger in the lower front tier. It must have been after i snapped this picture. Isn’t it gorgeous?
Dance, look at cake on table, dance, look at cake on table, dance.
The cake is still on the table.
It is now 10:15pm and we have a 45 minute drive home. Time to go little girls, so very sorry- I guess no cake for us :(. The tired tears began to fall, but they followed me out to the car. I set their heads on their pillows and they were asleep in two minutes.
As I drove the highways this labor day weekend, i kept seeing electronic billboards above the highway saying, “Get hammered? Get nailed. Get a DD not a DUI.” I laughed to myself when my first thought was, why would the Scottsdale Police want me to receive breast implants? My second thought, ohhhh…designated driver. Got it.