When I first decided to get a cell phone, it was 1996 after we moved back from Germany. Being ever so efficient (perfect), I shopped around at different stores. When I stopped at Sprint, I asked the salesman if there was good reception out where I lived. He asked me where I lived. When I told him the town, which was pretty much out with the farmers and my one 14-house subdivision, he said to me, “Oh I’m sorry ma’am, we don’t build cell towers for cows.”
And I was supposed to put commission in this guy’s pocket? I was livid. When I came home and told Marty, he said, “you should have lifted your shirt, showed him your udders, and left.”
I don’t know how my son’s wedding went by in such a blur. Maybe the video will show what the heck I was doing the whole night. Actually, I know I was dancing. Seems I was either being pulled up on the dance floor by someone or I just had to dance to just one more song. In doing this, I neglected my guests and was never a proper hostess. I think I only got to a few tables and only for a few minutes each. I never got to tables where my dearest friends were sitting who held my hand through all the cRaZy -sTrEsSful wedding planning. I never got to tables where my friends and relatives who had travelled far sat. I never got to lots of tables.
What I learned from this is that after all that planning, I should have stayed in planning mode and your hair can’t come down until it’s really over the next day. Thank you, everyone for coming…
The Dancing Queen