My cousin got married on Saturday. Cory and I danced to two dances. One was accidentally. He sang along to the 80s music that was playing and made me laugh until my belly hurt. Having to find a gift for the new husband and wife made me remember why I need to crochet and cross-stitch more. All I had to do was grab the purple and brownish/grey afghan from the arm of the chair, stick a ribbon on it, and go. :)
This is the week of truth.