The other night, My Cowboy had a movie playing, and as I walked through the room, a somber scene was playing out, but I couldn’t figure out exactly what it was, so I asked him: “Is that a wedding, or a funeral?” His reply: “Yep!” To him, the two sort of equate . . .
And we went to Nick and Hallie’s wedding on Saturday.
It seems we’ve been hanging out with Leslie’s family more than our own lately. But we’ve sure had fun. And for the first time since I’ve been with him, My Cowboy danced with me!
They served a meal of barbecued beef, baked beans, cole slaw, hot rolls, potato salad, and pasta salad. After the meal, they set out huge bowls of several different kinds of melon, and potato chips and popcorn. They fed us all night long!
There were lots of little kids at the reception, and they danced their little hearts out. I’ll bet they slept like rocks that night!
So now Nick and Hallie are safely married, and My Cowboy and I wish them a long and happy life together.