As promised, the photo edition of Lunch with Karen! Last Thursday my mom and I drove from Tulsa to Louisiana, stopping in Texarkana for lunch with Karen of Simply A Musing blog. I adore the clever name of her blog. Here, bloggy friends, is the remains of one fantabulous BBQ lunch!
Yummy, huh? And here's the lovely Karen, who was most fun to get to know IRL. My mom enjoyed her company muchly as well. Karen also has stunning eye bowls. I mean eye balls.
My question to you all is this: WHY THE HECK ARE ALL YOU BLOGGERS YOUNGER THAN I AM?!? Huh? Karen's younger. Trisha's younger. I know for a fact that Karen at the Rocking Pony's younger, as is Burgh Baby's mom and Sports Mama. You're all just babies! Stop it! Grow up and be older already!!!!
Okay. Now that that's out of my system ...
Mr. Monkeysuit, as you all well know, had a wonderful trip. He enjoyed the wedding. Mostly he enjoyed the people. But he also had a great time with the inanimates. First? People:
The mom of the groom smiled every time I whipped out Mr. Monkeysuit. Who wouldn't?
Does this count as real people? It's a photo of the happy couple.
I love that Mr. Monkeysuit made the bride's brother smile. Real big.
And I just like these expressions.
Y'all all remember my cousin's wife, right? The one who gave me Fred and Bessie? She's having a baby in September. I told her to call me when she finds out it's a girl. She said she'd work really hard to make sure it would be a girl. I believe her.
Mr. Monkeysuit even made my grandmother smile.
While at my grandmother's, Mr. Monkeysuit befriended one of her many owls ...
Her toad (which I snuck into my pocket and took home) ...
And Mary, the Holy Mother. (always good to have friends in high places)
But Mr. Monkeysuit was most taken with one the paintings my grandmother did before she lost her sight. I admit, I'm taken with it as well. Too bad it didn't fit in my other pocket.
And one LAST shot of Mr. Monkeysuit, doing penance for wanting to steal the painting - he did penance for me, that is. I picked cactus prickles out of his butt all the way to Paris. Serves him right.
Wait wait wait wait wait ... y'all want to see a picture of the bride in all her finery, right? I can do that. Take a look:
And the back of this pretty dress?
Okay - I really am done. Thanks for hanging in there. I won't torture you all with any more photos of last weekend.
Until I write again ...