Brother and Sister-in-Law were the most gracious hosts in letting a bunch of gaggling hens take over their yard. And thanks to their Church for borrowing the tables, chairs, and linens. Thank you guys!
Baby Sister made one tasty buffet run with homemade sandwiches and salads complete with gourmet cupcakes from a local cupcakery in the area. I definitely at well that day and drank enough water to counteract the surface-of-the-sun-like temperatures that plagued my time in Oregon. By Day #2, I wanted to be back at the beach here in Southern California. Call me a wimp, but I can't do the heat of my Hometown anymore.
Oh, and I went for a run while in Hometown as well. My current home in California is roughly 3 ft above sea level. Hometown is around 1,500 ft above sea level. Needless to say, I about d.i.e.d. on a simple 3-mile run. So that's a 'no' to running a Hometown half marathon. Thanks, but no thanks.
My gift to the bride-to-be. I have a thing for giving gifts that are useful. I can't just give you trinkets of bullshit and fairy dust. So what better way to remember me than to wipe yo' nasty shoes before you come into your house? 'Honey, I'm home...and I just wiped dog shit on your sister's gift!'
I can't wait to get back up to Oregon for the actual nuptials. The Wookie & Co. crew will be doing an efficient job of being perfect wedding guests. We'll eat your food, taste your cake, and dance along to your DJ so the dancefloor doesn't go unused. We'll also throw eco-friendly devices upon your departure and wish you a sunburn-free honeymoon. Then we'll get a ride home with the Sheriff (hehe, you know why). Then there's the time not spent with the wedding. That'll be spent outdoorsing. Because Oregon's good for that.