As you can see, sitting out on the patio with me, drinking coffee, on this, the second Sunday of August, the sun is lighting up the place with nary a cloud in the clear blue sky.It is 81 out there, heading, again, to a predicted high of 101. I don't know if we got past the century mark yesterday, but the forecast is that we will for the next 7 days.
Today, up in Washington, Betty Jo Bouvier, the Wild Woman of Woolley, becomes a mother-in-law for the first time.
Of course I am shocked, shocked I tell you, that I was not invited to these nuptials. Had I been there is nothing, nothing I tell you, that could have stopped me from heading north. Few things I like better than attending a wedding.
I think I'll go swimming in the overly warm pool now and figure out what I'm going to do today instead of going to a Washington wedding.
Durango, you know it is a very private affair. Only the closest of friends, family and the high society of Sedro-Woolley were invited. I hope you are not crushed.
ReplyDeleteBetty Jo, I suppose in time I will get over not being invited to the Woolley Wedding of the Year.
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