Today, we are recovering from Dave's dad's wedding yesterday. Everything was very nice, but it felt a little strange. After the wedding, we all went to Dave's sister's house to go through Dave's mom's things that had been removed from the house to make room for the new wife's things. She passed away five years ago, but feelings were still very close to the surface, especially while everyone was selecting items to be theirs.
I bought a new outfit to wear to the wedding, and, at the time, I felt like I looked pretty good. Then, I saw the pictures. I look HORRIBLE! My top was about 4 inches too long and made me look not only like a cow, but a pregnant cow. I had planned on wearing it to a party next weekend, but now I don't think I will, unless I can manage to trim off some of the fabric from the bottom. Here's a pic. Dave and The Bear look great! Clinton was in California on a band trip. I look like a gold plated killer whale. blah.