Speaking of spiders, there was a Granddaddy tarantula trying to find it's way out of some gentleman's nostrils. Either that, or his wife is BLIND AS A BAT and failed to mention (scream) that he needed to TRIM HIS FREAKIN' SALT AND PEPPER NOSE HAIRS. But I'm still inclined to think aging tarantula. Hard to prove, either way.
Bought and ate a pound of fudge while we waited for the luncheon. Gained five pounds in my neck and fingers swelled up like Jimmy Dean sausages. And I don't know about you, but I feel kind of irritated and lied to by the fudge making elfins.
Course, the best part of today was that I finally got to wear my fantastic sling back PUMPS. The ones I purchased a couple of years ago without any idea of what I could wear them with, but having a sure knowledge that just like Snow White's Prince Charming, SOMEDAY, my coordinating outfit would come. And it did, people. It did. Never give up on your shoes.
If you buy them, they will come.
Anyway, I wore the hell out of the beautiful creatures and, I'm ashamed to say, like a straw slurping up admiration, nothing left over for the newlyweds..........poor dears. I felt so bad for them, since they'd gotten all dressed up and everything, so I made sure to splash the attention dregs their way.................by pointing my floral linen pumps in their direction.
AND YES, I DID SAY FLORAL LINEN PUMPS!!!
IS IT ANY WONDER THE BRIDE FADED INTO THE BACKGROUND LIKE 1980'S WALLPAPER?
So to sum up~actually, I'm too tired to sum up. Good day. Time for bed. Nite.