A young lady at our church has “adopted” The Squire and me. Rather flattering, really, but she is getting married in September and has asked my help in planning her wedding.
The child has had a pretty rotten life, and she has met a most delightful young man, who had asked her to marry him. She is just giddy with excitement over her up-coming nuptials (I felt the same way over The Squire.), but I swear William and Kate got married with less upheaval. I promised I would make her wedding cake as my gift to her, but I would not attempt anything I thought was beyond me. The Squire has promised he will give her away. I mentioned a while back that I had addressed her wedding invitations for her.
She is a very savvy shopper. She found a dress and a veil that she liked and then went on-line and bought the same thing for about one-tenth the price. $200 for a veil with a bit of “bling” around the edge, and she’s going to wear it for two hours? Never mind that! She found something close enough for $25.
Friday, she and her daughter came over for lunch, and then we went off in search of accessories and other odds and bobs. We have agreed to keep the daughter while the happy couple go on their honeymoon, but we discovered the child is allergic to dogs! Well, she’ll only be here for a short time each day, before and after school. We also have a cat, and Daughter wanted desperately to play with the cat. Eddie doesn’t take to strangers any better than most cats, so Daughter sat at the foot of the stairs and began meowing at the cat, who kept backing up the steps. I asked her to be careful. “You might be telling his something he doesn’t want to hear. Did you insult him? What did you say to him?”
She turned around and gave me the most bewildered look. “I don’t know. I don’t speak cat.”
thisendoftheswamp 
Too cute and Bless you
I speak cat….so does this mean I get to teach the daughter a new language? Cute post. 😉