Hey Folks,

I'm home. The wedding was okay if you don't mind sitting, standing, standing, sitting. ARGH... The joys of a Catholic wedding. It takes forever to marry and bury them. Then we get over to the reception and this is when I knew we were screwed. My cousin married a Mexican girl. The music started up... It was terrible. I started drinking Diet Coke and Jack to numb the pain in my ears. I even offered my cousin ten bucks to shove a napkin down the trumpet players horn. Good lord... all I could think was fuck me running. I sat there and watched them walk around the dance floor and looked around the table and caught my child's face. It cracked me up. She had this frown on her face and she told me later on that she didn't like their choice of music. Then the announcer started talking in Spanish. I looked at my cousin and we both turned around and started yelling TRANSLATE!! We don't understand. We had some people saying SSSHHHH... Then the man started talking in English. This went on every time he got up to speak. We were served dinner later that evening and let me tell ya... Excellent! That was the only thing I enjoyed out of the whole evening. We left when the Mexican band started up. We didn't feel like listening to their version of the chicken dance.
I have a ton of things to do and really should get busy. Yard work....It's way past due. I guess I'm going to have to pick up things in the back yard also since they now have us under a hurricane watch. We need the rain so I'm okay with Dolly making her way south of us. I just hope she stays south of us.