Taking Aim

I was obviously born to be a sharp-shooter! I couldn't stand one more sleepless night next to "He Who Snores" and who can't be convinced to use the allergy nasal spray that the doctor prescribed. HWS was asleep, and snoring, when I came to bed so I snuck around, took aim, and got a good shot into one nostril, at least. There was some snorting and nose-rubbing, all without awakening my Prince Charming. I considered the second shot, but didn't think my luck would hold. I slid into my side of the bed, trying not to laugh out loud, and was pleased that the snoring had subsided.

When grown-ups get married

Going to a wedding is usually more of an obligation than a pleasure. These grown-up friends of ours were anything but boring. (Please note clown nose).

The ring bearer was very cute. His handler was under instructions to prevent him cocking his leg on The Dress.

The palm tree was decorated by a nesting Egret colony and a couple of well dressed party crashers snuck in.

Can you guess which one of the above is the Genuine French Chef?

Bride and groom donned blindfolds for competitive cake decorating. We suspect the groom of cheating. What do you think?



It wasn't all goofing around. There were some teary eyes when the bride arrived on her Uncle's arm to the sound of Celtic Thunder - A Bird Without Wings.