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Sometimes I get on the Blogger and I near-shriek when I see how long it has been since I last blogged, and then I get lost in a reflection of what I have been doing for the past however-many-days have passed between my last post and my new post (this one.) But I cannot recall all of it, because the answer is usually that I have been doing nothing. And everything.

 

Like engaging in giant battles of wills with the short people in my house over important social and familial issues like What Do I Have To Do To You to Halt This Apathy You Have In Non-Response to Not Figuring Out Seventh Grade Yet? and I Swear, Son, If You Do Not Resolve To Use Kind Words and Change Your Tone You Will Not Live To See Eleven.  Right now, I am not winning either of these, but I do not despair, because I am meaner and smarter and older and I am going to win both of these battles.

 

But, you know, it keeps me busy. And so f***ing tired.

 

Also, I came home sick from my sister-cousin's wedding in California. The wedding was magical perfection, and the weeks leading up to the trip seemed like nothing could possibly be worth all the running around and money we were spending to buy and return dresses, shoes, and accessories trying to get the exact right outfits for three different events. It turned out that yes, something could be worth all the wardrobe efforts, and it was this wedding.

 

This was the hotel where we stayed, and the backdrop for the wedding ceremony, in which the bride wore Monique L'Huillier.

I went to the blow dry bar and oohed under this blown glass bubble chandelier.

 

And got my first ever teased updo, a la Adele.

And ate dinner at the most glorious place setting I've ever seen.
 

Put on a sparkly dress and stole into the photo booth with the bride.

 

And drank some champagne and had some shenanigans with my sister.

While we were in California, my sister's darling boyfriend moved their stuff into THEIR NEW HOUSE! Which is, duh, the house I've been blogging about but could not tell you who it belonged to until they closed and had keys. Which they did and do. Now they live in "Tara."

 

While the sale was pending, I drove Murphy by there one day when our house was showing. When I told Murphy that this was his sissy's house, he obviously thought that meant his sissy was IN the house at the moment, so he tried to get out to go and see her.

 

The interior cabinets are being sprayed soon, and they want to pick their paint colors for the kitchen, long hall, and second foyer.

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