The Hēathernet Why should the professionals get to do all the talking?

Simple days and playground games

Weddings are an excellent way to remind me how much I hate Bon Jovi. And Grease. And any music you like. Any moment where the general populous excitedly screams along with the lyrics to some dreadful pop song I barely know. I think it harkens back to ancient primal fear. Or Teen Town.

That's it! Weddings need four square courts for the retreating geeks and losers. Solved it.

The outdoor ceremony took place on beautiful farmland with mountain vistas in every direction. The weather was windy but the sun was out for the ceremony. By the time the reception started the weather was quite cool.

Michelle was a bridesmaid and kept on a tight schedule so it was hard to call it a relaxing weekend off from work. I did find time for a brief drive through the Vermont countryside the morning of the wedding and it did wonders for the soul. There is something about mountains...

The car is in the shop to address a laundry list of schedule maintenance that the little check engine light started complaining about in, oooooh, February. I'm excited to get the rockin' box back tomorrow.