HJ Awwwww, how lovely. I love weddings, I always cry. I have found bomb proof make up though that has stood up to the test of my mushiness.
1, Going for hot chocolate.
2, Brown with pink trim.
3, Benefit Badgal in black.
4, Home made Macaroni cheese.
5, Me too nohun, either that or wikipedia.
The mormons came back round again today, they spent an hour sat in the living room having a good old debate with DH. DH is a bit of a geek and enjoyed the arguing, I had a cup of tea and cruised MN and made sure DS didn't destroy anything.
But get this, these guys were like 19 and 20. They were mere babies, and just so so young (they did look smart in their suits though). I was speaking to them and one of them was saying how it was his birthday tomorrow, and the other one was telling me that his brother had just gotten married last week. He didn't get to go either, he had to make do with pictures. DH asked them what they did for fun, and they said they do prep and maybe write letters to their family.
I know it's just so so soppy of me, but all I could hear imagine in my head was this poor chap trudging round in the rain on his birthday or sat in a darkened room on his own writing letters by candle light with a malfunctioning biro. All I wanted to do was to go all mushy, pat them on the head and then force feed them cake and biscuits and tell them they didn't have to go out in the rain anymore.
I have no plans to convert, but if I ever see the poor little mites again I don't think I'll be able to hold back on not force feeding them cake.