Spent the majority of Friday running around, shopping, and getting my nails done. For those people here, who have never seen this "girly" side of me; yes, I occasionally *do* get my nails done. I used to do it more often when I worked as a receptionist, but haven't since I've been here for a number of reasons. So don't look so frickin' shocked when you see me hands. Really, it's not that big of a deal.

The wedding Saturday went fine, with only one hitch in the ceremony. About halfway through the ceremony, well, actually the "mass" part of a Catholic wedding that I abhor, but I digress, Sharon's grandfather "Pa" had a seizure. He's a great guy, 90, and was always full of fun when I went to visit him with her. Fortunately, her brother Jimmy (who, by the way, I had forgotten was so good looking and looks *just* like one of the Baldwin brothers) was a medic in the Army and there was also a nurse there. The tended to him and called the ambulance and the wedding continued. When we all finally got to the reception, Sharon's father (who had gone to the hospital with his father) came in after we were all seated and announced to everyone that Pa was doing well and was awake and talking. The aforementioned Jimmy came up to me later to tell me that when he first came around, Pa couldn't quite remember anything, but then it started coming back to him and he remembered Margaret (Sharon's sister) and me, looking good (okay, in his opinion not mine, I thought I looked fat.) standing beside Sharon at the altar. I'm just glad that I was able to keep myself from bawling at the church when they took him out, because I think it was the one thing that kept Sharon from crying. But the reception was wonderful. Everyone had a grand laugh when the best man and I had our "dance". And to be honest, it was hilarious. I drank probably more than I should have, but the hell with it. And when the reception was over, Sharon and her brothers all congregated at her father's house, along with hubby and me. (We might as well be family really) We had a good time and a few beers to end the night.

The drive home on Sunday was longer than it normally takes us, but we took our time and actually stopped to eat and just relax. We did stop at the Ikea at Potamic Mills (even though we had also passed one in Jersey and Baltimore) and to be perfectly honest, I wasn't all that impressed. The prices on some of the stuff was pretty good, but it was the selection that I was disappointed in. But that is just me. We did see a dresser that we really liked, but there is no money in our budget for that (or room in the damn car).

And all the way home, I read to the hubby from the second Harry Potter book. I know, we've seen the movie a dozen times, but trust me when I tell you; It is not the same. That is the one thing I really like about our road trips together (well, that and crossing off states on our list!). I read to him while he drives and it makes the time fly by. Hell, I never even noticed Jersey on the way back and that is a long ass state to drive through!! Our next road trip won't be until October, and I'm looking forward to it. I have been wanting him to hear the next Potter story!! :)