Thursday, May 16, 2013
Well, you may not be able to believe it but for once in my life I have been able to keep my mouth shut. We are down to the last forty days or so, and I have yet to tick anybody off. Which if I say so my self, that’s a record. For the last three or four months there has been a whirlpool of activity going on around here, and while all I mainly do is hang on to the side of the pool, we have finally gotten to the short rows. And now that we have gotten to the down hill slide, everything sees to be coming together. I made them a promise when this conflagration started, “You ask me something, I’ll give you an answer, other than that, leave me out of it,” and they have. But I’ve got a feeling my solitude is fixing to get a royal awakening, for the wedding is less than SIX weeks away.
I guess I should have gotten a clue a few months back when one evening they came in with THE dress, you know THE DRESS. I was sitting here, and in walked Jessie, and you could have heard trumpets playing, DA DA DAAA! Now I know it’s tradition that the groom is not supposed to see it till the last minute, but to be honest, I didn’t want to see it either. Maybe because it will finally be real to me, like the ring wasn’t enough. They keep telling me I need to see her in it before the wedding so that I don’t get too upset before I walk her down the aisle. I really don’t think that’s going to be the thing that really sends me “over the edge.” I may be wrong, but I’ll probably have a few more items on my mind that night.
Now don’t get me wrong, they have been trying to get me to be part of the upcoming extravaganza. Like the day the invites came in. I had just came back from town, sat down a minute, when the phone rang, “Daddy, the invitations came in, can you go pick them up?” I told her about me just getting home, and if she wouldn’t mind, could I pick them up tomorrow? Well her voice said one thing, but her heart was saying another. Then I asked how much money I would need. “Nothing, they are paid for.” Well I sat here a while, then I got to thinking how excited the whole bunch were about them, so I loaded up and went back to town.
Remember me asking about the money, and her saying, I wouldn’t need any? Well, when I got there, I had sixteen bucks in my pocket, when I walked out I had fifty cents.
And then came the tux. That’s right, I have to wear a tux for this shindig. Now most of you that know me know that my uniform for the day is a Carhartt T-shirt and a pair of shorts, winter and summer, except when there’s frost on the ground, I will wear long-legged britches then, socks, forget about it. So when I made the suggestion that we do something different, like wear a tux coat with shorts and Rainbows, I thought it was a pretty good idea. Hey, let’s be unique!! Well, between Mel, Jessie, Kt, and Brook’s Momma Tammy, I’m wearing the whole shebang. You wouldn’t think one little suggestion would set the whole world on fire! But I will have my pocketknife in my pocket for after the ceremony, but then again, you priced one of them things lately.
But I’ve been good, what ever they’ve asked, I’ve pretty well went along with. Even when they started planning a honeymoon, I came up with a pretty good idea. They mentioned Disneyworld, and I said great, I even said we could even make it a family trip. We could rent a van, and me and Mel, Kt, Tammy and LaRice, Tommy and Doris, we could all go. Jessie could stay with us, and Brook could stay with his folks, and we would have a great ole time. We could go see Small World, Space Mountain, and Sea World, have a great family vacation.
Up and unto that point, I had been doing so well. Even Mel told me to shut up.
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