80, 79, 78, 77...

There's some serious "in-love" going on around here, with Jamilyn and Nathan now well under 80 days until their wedding. They have been great wedding planners, with their biggest problems coming, not from disagreements, or inability to find what they want, but from too much of a good thing! When you're planning early, with a comfortable budget compliments of the Parent National Bank, almost anything is possible! We look forward to the exciting day. (Were you KISSING? Oh my heck.)

Children's Day

I spent an unofficial Children's Day with Erin's family yesterday. A morning at Wheeler Farm was followed by water fun at Liberty Park. After a rather mad search for a Wendy's, we ordered "to go" and spent some luxurious time under the trees, eating Wendy's and listening to Jon read Harry Potter. Back home, there were tributes and gifts and a big hurray dog pile of love for everyone. A Nurf War was planned to wind up the day. But too-tired granny bowed out, exhausted and smilin' from such a huge day of happy.

Joy Zap

'Tis the season of love...and to lift you from the dregs of recent dreary post, I bring you this tiny tidbit of romantic humor. My husband and I go waaaaaaaay back. I'm talking we could have attended WOODSTOCK together! His younger brother recently e-mailed him this cheesy '70's photo of the two of us boating (dig that groovy swimsuit!) Said hubby turned the laptop screen my way (I was at my post--three pillows deep, buried in covers up to my chin on the heated side of our waterbed, on my back, trying to avoid discomforting the painful nothing that is my absent bosom). I saw the picture, and how did the feeble remains of my feminine anatomy respond to what it saw...THAT TINGLE! You know the one...that slightly embarrassing little surge of oh-my-hottness that thrilled over your skin whenever your current crush appeared unexpectedly beside you in the cafeteria of your Jr. High...Yesiree Bob! The Joy Zap. Apparently, in spite of all odds, I've still got it bad for the fast guy with biceps like Popeye...all it took was a photograph. And that, people, is romantic!