I hope you all had a lovely Balentimes Day, with lots of candy and roses and sensual massages (aside, I like to say is MASS-ahge like Austin Powers) followed by hours of doin' the dirty if only because I did not. My darling husband is at home recovering from having his guts rearranged and was up for nothing more than moaning for his next dose of Percocet and Jello.
While that WAS wicked fun, I opted to still make my weekly journey to embarrass myself at bowling. Why do I submit myself to a three hours a week of looking like an uncoordinated, possibly blind walrus? Because there is beer and boys that flirt with me, obviously.
Not to let the day pass unmarked, because COME ONE it's was the most romantical day of the year, I performed a wedding right there on lane 8.
Doesn't the groom look THRILLED?
My dear friend Baby Mama is such a lucky girl, isn't she?
And the wedding cake?
MMM, Krispie Kremes......
PS. Tomorrow we'll be discussing the Imaginary Book Club selection"Songs for the Missing" so be prepared to interject your opinion. Or any opinion that you might have gleaned from reading other peoples opinion. Or, you know, spouting off about something not at all related, which you know I love.
PPS. Also, anyone who would like to suggest the new IBC selection, have THAT ready too. KLUBYABAI.