The REAL beginning of summer...

As I discovered LAST summer, I am now at that age when everyone and their mother is pretty literally involved in having, planning, or thinking about planning a wedding. I went to yet another bridal shower yesterday, and although I very much like the bride in question, I couldn't help sighing and thinking: Here we go again! Another summer full of attending (and spending money on!) the weddings of everyone I know... Last summer I went to SIX weddings, and this summer is looking to be quite promising, as well. In addition, I am starting to get booked for NEXT summer, and the one following (2007!) because of all my friends and relatives getting engaged! Now don't get me wrong -- I enjoy weddings. I love my friends. And I have no desire to get married myself, just now. HOWEVER... I guess I look at all my friends and think -- why can't I do that? I mean, I'm not even close to a prospect... which is usually ok, but when it's time to actually GO to the wedding, and your best bet is to go alone, or bring your sister... well, you can see how that might be depressing. Luckily, I am not yet to the point the girl from "Will & Grace" was at in that movie where she hired the male prostitute to be her wedding date... But I can see where the temptation might come in...

Some clarifications...

Ok. So Dad came home the other day asking if I had had a child he was unaware of... Turns out I have more loyal readers than the two or three I thought I had. SOOOOO!!! There are some things I need to clarify: 1) Caleb in the pictures is not MY boy ... so much as he is like "my boy!" you know? As in the slang sense of it. I did not give him birth. I am his godmother, and I adore him. And he is the cutest/coolest baby I have ever known. But no... he's not mine. 2)Sometimes I go through moods. I know it's hard to believe. But please don't read this and think I've begun selling myself on the street... Things couldn't be farther from the truth. I've just been going through a mood where I felt I needed to adjust my thought process. 3)Post a comment here or there, so I know who my audience is! I know you're out there, but I don't know who you are ... or what you're thinking... and it's making me a little paranoid!