Vomit:

A byproduct of nausea.

Shameless Self-Promotion

I have a new, lengthy post over at Moonbat Central about the fun that all of us have on a daily basis with spam. Maybe it's just some of us. Ok, maybe none of us are having any fun with spam at all, but my stupid noggin started bugging me to say some darned thing, so I wrote about it here.

"But it did. I was there. This old man said 'Man and Wife."

He isn't old. He was terrific. He moved away a few days after. I'll never forget his impact on my life.

Beside me were five girls I love. They were there from hair and makeup to recessional.

They made the boquets. I felt like a queen.

Here is my king.

Afterward there was candlelight.

And chocolate. Of course there was chocolate. I am not a barbarian.

There was dancing. Or something like it.

Things ended and the packing started. And continued.

And now we get down to the business of living.

The long arm...

Newsflash to drivers: The absence of a police car in your line of vision does not make that red-light running more legal. It's still not OK. What a concept...

These things I wish for you....

May you always feel the wind at your back, and may that wind forever smell of the sea. May you always have a heart full of love, a pocket full of dreams, and a bright, cheerful song to whistle when you need it. May the reality of your happiness always exceed any possible expectations you might have, and may your children emulate your virtues and overlook your faults.

May you never regret a day, an hour, a minute or a second of your lives together.

And I ask that God bless you both, in ways large and small, though I am certain that He already has.

psst. . .

girlfriday is marrying The Professor this weekend.



Just get her to the church on time!


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Update: she was at the church on time, and she looked stunning.