This is entirely fictional… of course
Return from walking the dog to accusations of not pulling my weight. Suggest that First of Her Name might like to walk dog who has for the last hour been constantly pulling my weight leaving my shoulder Demi-dislocated. Am accused of man-fluing and told to find a job. Decide to construct the stands that will hold the table plans. This involves replacing corks in empty bottles the inserting a spiked card holder into said corks. Have just realised that we are one bottle short and am on verge or remedying this small setback with a cheeky Shiraz when First of Her Name returns from nail parlour. Expect dressing down but receive unexpected congratulations on identifying First of Her Name’s very specific needs after trying morning. End afternoon trying to fire tennis balls into birdbath using Spanx with First of Her Name. Perhaps wedding will be a success after all.
great photos!
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Awh, to tell from the pics it was a wonderful party and you all really appear like one big happy family. Very heartwarming, Geoff!
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Loved the photos and the story. Lost it with the tennis balls into the birdbath.
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Beautiful photos!
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Gorgeous photographs, Geoff, and your introduction was hilarious.
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Beautiful pics His Geoffleship!
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Love the photos 💜💜💜
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The Textiliste (spelling?) looks utterly lovely. Much too young to have a grown daughter. You look pretty good yourself.
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Lovely photos. To coin a Molesworth phrase: “All blub” … 🙂
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Haha love it! Fabulous pics. Looks like all went well
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Finally, a practical use for spanx! 😀
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