White Jeans and Airports

Well, good news and bad news.
Bad news first: My Bible is packed, so no verses for us today.
Good news second: I will have access to a computer while on vacation. However, I'm not quite sure how much time I'll have to blog with little cousins (and big cousins) to attend to. Last time I went to a wedding--nope, change that--last last time I went to a wedding I was mortally wounded. My pride, you see, was trampled to a pulp. Let me tell you a little story.

"Once there was a beautiful girl who journeyed far to be present at her cousin's wedding. The grand rehersal dinner ball was held outside in the garden of her cousin's betrothed. As the fetching girl carried her plate of chicken and noodles she stepped into a seemingly nonexistant hole and fell, smashing her plate on a nearby railroad-tie (sp?), and causing the poultry and wiggly grains to become airborne. The plate was in quite a state, as was the unfortunate girl's hand. For deep within her palm a shard of porcelain plate was lodged. There was blood and there was an awful lot of mudd and most of it got on the poor girl's white jeans (theses were new jeans, never before worn). Once the blood was washed away and the shard removed--with much agony and many tears (haha, actually not, she was too embarrassed to cry)-- her hand was bandaged by the friendly witch-doctor. Alas, nothing could be done about her jeans. Therefore, for the rest of the evening, everyone at the great ball knew of her unseemly disaster and stared at her pityingly."
THE END

There is a moral to this story.
Don't wear white jeans. It just isn't worth it.

Alright, well, I'm off to board the plane. I love airports--except the NM airport. Hmm. They have a sense of adventure and the unknown--the sents are good too. Frozen yogurt and au bon pain--which is French for all you Frenchly-challenged folks. I hope you hall have a fantastic evening!