Since I'm going to be at a wedding most of the day

I cut our kitchen orientation session short, because The Littlest Edward was practically dancing with panic in the doorway. "What? WHAT?"

"How could you give her a kitchen where she will burn herself or cut herself or get her hair caught in the refrigerator or drown in the sink and it's up so high you know she'll fall off and break off her legs or impale herself on a thumbtack you dropped and HE'S WATCHING HER! HE'S WATCHING HER!!"

"What? No he's not, he's over--EDWARD! EDWARD BIG-ASS CULLEN! YES, YOU!"

( What I heard was the tiny clatter of plastic and a shrill scream )

What I did today

So: Sister Girl and I went to The Lovely Emily's wedding (you may remember her being mentioned in "Prisoner of Azkaban in Fifteen Minutes," if nothing else; we were roommates through most of college). The ceremony was out in Bluff Park; it started promptly at 2:00 pm and was over at 2:16, because Methodists know how to do this shit up right, and by "right" I mean "fast." Her colors were sort of a pine/emerald green for the wedding party's dresses and vests, with accents of flame orange (read: tiger lilies), and she'd had a pendant made out of a swirl of lace, with a lace sash for her dress and lace earrings for the bridesmaids as well.

The reception, meanwhile, was out at the Bare Hands Gallery on 1st Avenue South. I'd immediately thought "paintings," but it was actually more of an arts-and-crafts thing--a lot of jewelry, some textiles, some sculpture, ( but more importantly, THE DISCO DEER )