I don't have the cord to download pictures of Vicki's shower, so I'll have to post about that when I get home from work today.
Instead, I will tell you of my stepfather's Sunday adventure.
I made the poor man leave the house during the shower because he doesn't know how to talk to people, much less a bunch of women celebrating the marriage of one of their own.
He was gone from 11 a.m. until 5:00 p.m. Probably the longest he's ever gone off on his own. But he was okay- glad to be home when he arrived and full of stories.
He was most excited about going to the Dairy Queen.
Yes, my mother makes a gourmet meal for him every evening and he gets excited about Dairy Queen. Really?
He said that he got a discount because of his AARP card. Blushing, he retold the story of the guy behind the counter saying, "You can't be 65! You don't look old enough" Preening for all he's worth, Don Fajah said, "I should, I'm 78!" This exchange made him ridiculously happy. We're talking school girl happy.
He told me that after Dairy Queen, when he was still off roaming the greater tri-cities, he decided to treat himself to an ice cream cone and enjoyed it at a biker bar.
My mother is very good at speaking Don Fajah, told me that the "biker bar" is actually an Exxon gas station in Maryville.
But apparently there was a guy on a motorcycle filling up gas, so... biker bar.