Here we are in California to witness the wedding of Lou Jones and Guy. We drove through snow (real one-inch-deep, draping the ground and rooftops, scenic-postcard snow) as we left Ithaca last Friday, and arrived Saturday to a beautiful, Sunny, California afternoon. When Mlle. met us at the airport, she was decked in flipflops and shorts.
I hope there will be time later to tell the story of the Bachelor party and our other adventures, but now I just want to say that after our slumber party at Drama Mama's we (expectant and filled with trepidation) went to the neighborhood Starbucks in hopes that they would have Wuggy Norple's favorite baked-good and symbol of life-as-it-should be: the mini vanilla scone. And there they were, sending their sweet sweet love to us from the pastry case. We ordered 3 and a Kid's milk filled with glee. Once again we were eating vanilla scones with Drama Mama and Princess Punk. Wuggy Norple is very happy to be back.
2 comments:
Scone for the holidays. There's no place like scone.Scone, scone on the range. I think we're a scone now. I want to be a scone.
-The Drama Mama
california was so happy to have him back...sad now.
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