June 19th, 2006
|07:11 pm - Stay tuned for the next exciting episode of "WTF, MrsV?"|
I'm not entirely sure how it happened that I went up to Crescent City for the weekend to attend my niece's wedding, and came back with a dog.
Yes, that's right. A dog.
And not just any dog, but a white Australian Shepherd named (I kid you not) "Sugar."
The aforementioned dog is, at this very moment, conducting delicate negotiations with Chewie on who will be the pack leader. Since Sugar's boxing coach was a 90-pound wolf hybrid, I have the feeling that there are not very auspicious odds on Chewie's eventual victory.
So. I'm back from the wedding. It was interesting, as all such family gatherings are. In the next indeterminate time period, you can look forward to entries with quotes such as:
"Greasy Spanish nuts are the best kind."
"Make sure you get video of your wedding night: we have to pay for the wedding somehow."
and, of course,
"Knock knock! Who's there? White male privilege!"
Now, I think I'm going to collapse.
That has got to be the weirdest wedding favor I have ever heard of!
Some people got a Komodo dragon. I figure we lucked out, all things considered.
The dragon would have been cooler...
But it would have eaten Chewie.
You do realize we'll need the story on the dog, right?
|Date:||June 20th, 2006 04:17 pm (UTC)|| |
Oh man, if they're handing out dogs at weddings now, I think I'll skip the next invite...