... but first you need a little 'back story. I was at home most of the day, puttering around, being very productive. I cleaned and dusted and swept and mopped and swabbed and sorted and recycled and washing/drying/folding and even did a bit of cooking (if melting butter and peanut butter and chocolate chips for muddy buddies with corn chex counts?)
I was doing the mopping part, which I thoroughly dislike, but feel sooooo self-righteous when it is done. Happened notice a little magnet on the auxiliary fridge with a small photo of an engaged couple that said 'save the date'. The date was actually today! Years ago, of course, but how unlikely that I would notice that faded-out magnet and it would be the same date?
Making me remember going to Florida for that wedding all those years ago. The in-laws were supposed to be keeping and controlling two very large dogs, but for some unknown reason brought the canines to the dinner after the dress rehearsal at the church. Those long-legged dogs were thrilled to be at the party, even though they had not been invited. Their happy tails were whipping around, banging into all the guests. And drooling mouths on the other ends of those bodies were at the perfect height to eat off every plate in the room.
How ironic that I was sitting down to eat a take-out salad today, and there was a happy-tailed dog with drooling mouth that came and rested his chin on the table awaiting a handout. On that very same calendar day, years later as I was thinking of the memorable wedding party when the uninvited guests came and slobbered on every one's plates, and slurped up the punch. Those amusing people we witnessed pledging their troth back then, now have two small busy amusing people of their own, along with more long-legged, tail-wagging, plate-cleaning greyhounds, rescued after they retired from racing. Did you know the greyhounds and whippets have so little body fat, they have to wear clothes in cold weather? I have seen them with T-shirts on, just to keep from shivering.
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