I have not made my blog private. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
I own several web domain names, and by several I mean two: the one you used to be able to access this blog through (denaehandy-dot-com) and the one you can NOW access this blog through...
I'm using the other domain site to grow alfalfa. I'm allowed. I paid my ten bucks, same as everybody else.
Also, I'm off to uber-frigid Salt Lake City in a couple of days to celebrate the marriage of my eldest son, David. He and his lovely bride-to-be, Karyn, can be seen here:
Aren't they adorable? This was taken at our annual Family Hog Tie and Karaoke Night.
In case you were wondering what to get the happy couple, one look at Karyn's head should tell you they've already got a satellite dish. Maybe hair plugs for the groom?
We'll be staying with my in-laws, pictured below, who are delightful people despite the fact that they don't have the internet. That's right -- they don't even own a computer. They don't even own a CELL PHONE!! I don't have to tell you how unspeakably terrified I am about the coming week.
This photo was taken at their 600th anniversary party.
My mother-in-law is still rockin' that sexy toga and those giant pearls.
I have to admit, I'm kind of nervous about my Mother of the Groom Trapeze Extravaganza. I've been practicing at home in my garage...
Don't hate me because I'm as limber as a bendy straw.
I was born this way. Exactly this way. There's a lot about my mother you don't know.
...but whenever I try to take it to the big top, I wind up looking like the brunette in the upper right hand portion of this incredibly lifelike artistic rendering.
See? I'm beginning to wonder if this whole idea isn't just a little nutty. As far as I'm concerned, the ancient and celebrated Mother of the Groom Trapeze Extravaganza needs a good re-think.
Anyway, it's unlikely that I'll be around blogland for the next week, so meanwhile click here to read the tender and heartwarming story of two young sisters, brought together by the unlikely combination of limited air conditioning and a sheet of ominous portent.
Play nice, everyone! See you in a week, unless I'm recruited by the circus.