April 18, 2017
4:28 p.m.

Please don't rain on my parade.

More specifically, please don't rain on my son's wedding reception.

The weather channel is predicting a "slight" chance of rain on Saturday. Ah...come on!! We all know that a "slight" chance means it's going to rain cats and dogs. Doggone it.
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6:02 p.m.

Wow. What a negative nanny-goat I am. Hahaha!  I got all busy cooking and cleaning, came back and saw what I wrote a while ago, and had myself a good giggle at my own expense.

It is not going to rain. It is not going to rain. It is going to be a beautiful day, my taco pies are going to turn out perfectly fine and everyone is going to show up.

Come on, universe. Be kind.
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11:17 p.m.

Valerie's mother made the trip from Louisiana to attend the wedding, such as it was, of her baby. They went on a nice visit to Estes Park and saw the Stanley Hotel, lots of elk and mountain scenery.

Tonight I made a nice barbecue chicken dinner and we spent the evening--mothers and newlyweds--chatting and laughing and editing video of the road trip to Estes Park. I have to say it's really wonderful that this lovely woman is now part of the extended family. I get a real kick out of you, Miss Deani.

Somewhere out there someone is falling over because I have cooked more than once this month, and it's only half over. Well, pick yourself up and fall over again, because tomorrow it's off on a shopping trip I go to purchase groceries for all the cooking I still have to do this week.

Now, the worst part for me is actually the shopping. I don't understand how people actually like to shop. I would be delighted to have everything delivered to my door for the rest of my life, if not for the fact that I just couldn't let anyone else choose my tomatoes. Can't do it--I have to pick my own.

Sure, I could always grow my own...but winter happens. Ugh.

My dream home comes complete with a greenhouse, just off the breakfast nook, where I can grow fresh veggies year round. 

(Please don't remind me that I'm not allowed to eat them. Please. I will find a way. [I really miss raw vegetables--a statement I never dreamed I'd make]) 

Also, please don't remind me that I don't do mornings and I don't eat breakfast--except for dinner. That doesn't mean I can't have a breakfast nook!

Anyway, I have to shop, and then I get to cook and cook and cook.

Therefore, going back to the beginning of this post--which has taken me all day to write--it simply cannot rain on this event.

Pu-leeze!

Does anyone have any influence with Mother Nature? Kindly put in a good word, will ya?

I'm going to sign off for now.

Gripe at ya later! (She said with a grin.)