Don't you hate it when...
...You go to a wedding, and your husbands old youth pastor is drunk off his a** and he whispers in your ear that your hot? That's what happened to me over Labor Day weekend. The funny thing is that he's also the one that officiated the wedding. Then at the reception, the bride and groom had paid for everyone's drinks. That's what did it, right there. I had like two or three. I don't know how many that guy had. Bob and I had a blast other than that though. We danced and drank the night away with old friends and no kids. We got a hotel for the weekend in Pismo Beach, without kids. Don't hate me because I had no kids for three days! It was a much needed break before I started homeschooling and all. It was so beautiful, and we had so much fun. I wish I had a digital camera to show you Bob's Mr. Ed Dance at the reception. It was Awesome!