Did I see an Empress Aimee? Hi!

Good luck at the wedding tomorrow, Teppy! And an unseasonably cool day to you, Epic, when that wedding rolls around.

First items on my packing list for vacation: gin and bourbon.

Good luck at the wedding tomorrow, Teppy!

Thanks, Cindy! How are you???

Good luck, Teppy! They're lucky to have you.

I'm at my volunteer library job and I'm taking advantage of actually being able to think to make a list for the party and a list for vacation.

I have a low-level migraine, which is pissing me off. But it's seriously only a 1 on a scale of 0-10, and I have done WAY more difficult things with much more painful migraines, so it's all good. And hey, the migraine might be gone by 4:30. Fingers crossed.

Plus, the ceremony is 10 minutes long, and I can power through that, no problem, even if my head hurts.

Migraine is still rolling, now with Chardonnay on top. But the ceremony went quite well, even though it was about 500 degrees.

Feel better, Teppy!

All the food is cooked, favors have been assembled, and lists upon lists have been made for ltc's birthday party tomorrow. I should be calm, but I'm so nervous that we have forgot everything.

The combo of migraine meds and cheap Chardonnay led to me dancing my ass off at the reception, and now my 47-year-old self is shamefully sore. But you can't play KC and the Sunshine Band and expect me to just sit there. And then once I'm on the dance floor, I have proven that I will dance to just about anything (though not Nirvana; I sat that one out, but Tim busted out some truly glorious headbanging to the chorus of Smells Like Teen Spirit).

By the end of the reception, Tim and I were the only ones dancing (come on, you HAVE to dance to Al Green), and so the DJ came over and said "I'll play whatever you guys want, since you're the only ones dancing. You want more Al Green?" Awwwww YEAH. Also a little Marvin Gaye action, too.

You invite Aunt Steph, you get an enthusiastic, if not talented, force of nature on the dance floor.

And an unseasonably cool day to you, Epic, when that wedding rolls around.

Thanks, Cindy! Your lips (keyboard?) to God's ears! It's good to see you! (She says, then realizes that she's been lurking like the masked guy on an ep of Scooby Do herself...So, great to see AND be seen!)

But you can't play KC and the Sunshine Band and expect me to just sit there.

TRUTH

You invite Aunt Steph, you get an enthusiastic, if not talented, force of nature on the dance floor.

Yet again, I wish we lived closer to each other!

If anyone's interested (he he), there's a move afoot to build a Comic-Con Museum (in San Diego, of course).