Not that this excuses me from not blogging all the rest of this week, but this here is a warning notice that I will not be blogging until next week sometime. You will have to seek fine, quality entertainment elsewhere. I feel confident you will manage.
However, upon my return, I plan to regale you with tales of Ann and Erik’s wedding, which I will be attending way up north in the Twin Cities of Minneapolis and St. Paul. These nuptials will herald the formation of a divided household, since the bride is from St. Paul and the groom is from Minneapolis. I have listened to many a bitter battle over which city is better, and clearly it is good that there is a river there to separate them, otherwise there would doubtless be unbridled mayhem in the streets. I think, though, that I’m going to take Ann’s side in any of these arguments that may start up during the festivities, since she was my mostest bestest roommate for two whole years way back in our halcyon Grinnell days.
(Why no, I am not procrastinating deciding what to wear by writing this. Not at all. Why would you say such a thing? …Stupid new dress not getting here on time.)
