We went on an adventure this weekend to get me a bridesmaid dress. Okay, that wasn't the adventure part -- going to a former mine to hunt for cool rocks was the adventure.
And being at Ruggles Mine in Grafton, NH inspired much quoting of Gimli the Dwarf. And, despite the rainy day and general dreariness, we never actually got rained on, and had a great day with my soon-to-be-wed sister Thuthannah and her Mr. T.
We also, despite her obsession with rocks large and small, left Baby M at home with grandma, rather than cart her 4 1/2 hours to New Hampshire... when she is perfectly content playing with the rocks in grandma's backyard. That, and she wouldn't have made it past the gravel parking lot.
Incidentally, since I know you're waiting with bated breath, I *did* find a bridesmaid dress. Okay, technically, my other sister in PA found it first, and suggested it as one we might wear. But after 2 hrs in the bridal shop, we had a winner and marveled at our own low-maintenance quick decision-making abilities. Until we reunited with the boys and discovered they'd been in the menswear store all of 30 minutes and had their suits all decided upon. Now THAT'S quick work.
But did they have to have someone else zip them up? No, I don't think so. So they shouldn't be that smug.
But they are. *sigh* Boys.