It's been a wild ride, this week has.

[saffronhare]

We started off with the Family Photo at the Nelson on Tuesday evening. Imagine our Chaos Parade, plus three siblings (each with one or two children of their own) and everyone dressed to match. After a relatively long session with a marvelous photographer -- who is worth every overpriced penny, I think -- we took the parade to Jack Stack Barbecue. At 8 p.m. Dressed in powder blue shirts. We were sort of a Stepford Flaunt.

On Wednesday we rehearsed The Wedding (tm) and I got to fall a little bit in love with everyone's families. A lanky younger brother, so enthusiastic that he could hardly keep his pants from falling down. A doting, good-humored dad, who managed to get the site mostly cleaned up before we got there (including the disposal of a dead rat). A grandfather who wanted everyone to just call him Grampa. The intrepid aunt and uncle who were ready to ask lots of questions and try anything -- including a ribald Scottish accent and drinking songs. Me, I even ate sushi at the rehearsal dinner and got recruited to help somebody with election lobbying this fall (more on that another day). A bazillion thanks to fionnabhar for babysitting that evening.

Thursday, the bride and groom said "I do," the flames leapt in approval and all was well. Praise all the gods, great and small. They really brought out the best in all of us, I think. My shoulder even got un-dislocated in the midst of some wonderfully swoopy dancing with niveus_tigris. Thanks, man.

The reception was fabulous. I'm so grateful that the kids weren't invited to either the wedding or the reception -- the day was so much more enjoyable and not being Mom made it easier to concentrate on being there for triadruid and kittenpants.

Anyway, yesterday was sort of a frantic blur between my mead hangover (yum) and work. If life were fair, today would be a day of sleeping. Luckily, the little ones will be napping shortly and Princess Boredom has a friend over to play, so I'll be napping myself very...very...very soon. That, and trying to unearth the house.

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[fionnabhar.livejournal.com]

But compared to mine . . . My kids are all the time complaining they can't read what I've written on the overhead. Especially once the Vis-a-Vis goes squidgy. Sometimes I can't even read it. It's the secondary certification thing. I even had professors say that, by and large, elementary teachers have better penmanship. One of those unexplained mysteries of the universe, I guess.