Uh...sorry wrong wedding

Ho Hum (huuuummmmm...ha, that never gets old to me!)

I'm supposed to go to a wedding tomorrow, but guess who misplaced her wedding invitation with details? If you guessed me, you're half right. If you guessed me AND my mother, you're correct. I'd feel like a 'tard calling her mom and saying "Hi, yeah, When and where is Gin's wedding?" I'm thinking it could be safe to wing it, since there are only 50 baptist churches in Poplar Bluff, I'm bound to eventually find the right one. I'll look for a familiar car. Maybe I'll call around in the morning. Eeep, I'm such a scatterbrain.

I'm boring. It's bathtime.