Weekend of love: Addendum I

I went to Smash Burger with two of my sisters-in-law (is that the right way to say it? Grammar police? Help me. I know there are English majors reading this) to try the burgers and fries that everyone has been raving about (including my parents, who are NOT burger people). As we were standing in line, wouldn't you know? Being in star-studded Las Vegas I shouldn't have been surprised. Tim Allen was standing behind us in line with a buddy. He was wearing sunglasses inside and trying to keep a low profile, so our group of Reynoldsies didn't bother him.

However, a myriad of the most annoying things I could do just came shooting through my brain. Things like walking up to Tim Allen and saying:

1) (after placing a closed fist over my heart) "Commandah, nevah give up, nevaaaaaah surrendah."
2) "So, what was it like working with Jonathan Taylor Thomas? 15 years ago?"
3) "So, do you think your recent film 'Old Dogs' is one that will stand the test of time?"
4) (my favorite) Just give a really loud "Uhhhhhhhhhh-eh!"-- the famous grunt-noise from the show "Home Improvement" opening credits. I begged Annie or Sarah to do it. We all chickened out. Next time, Tim Allen, I won't be so shy.

It really WAS.

Regardless of the previous post's heinous news, we really did have a wonderful Christmas. More pictures to come. But since I wanted to reassure all you hoards and hoards of people who hang on this blog's every word that we DID in fact have a delightful and perfect Christmas, I thought I'd post the proof.

Christmas poppers and crowns.

The latest and greatest en-gagged couple in the fam.

Post-roast-beast.

Full tummies and glazed eyes and spiking blood sugar.

For a little bit of Christmas Closure, I thought I'd add a wee post script to my friend, the Cretin.

Dear Cretin,

Hey. C'est moi. One of your recent burglarees. Or is it burglee? Either way, hey, howsabout we put this little misfortune behind us and engage in a virtual handshake of truce? I mean, it IS New Year's Eve and I suppose your no doubt lengthy list of resolutions is going to be put into effect within the next 24 hours. And I more than FULLY support the amending of your ways. I'm sure you've spent the days since your selfish swipings reflecting on your deep feelings of shame and remorse. I bet you've even created a personalized 12-step program to ensure your self-improvement goal's realizations. So, Cretin, you have my moral support, one hundred percent. I hope 2010 is a successful one, far away from illegality and desperation.

Your friend,

Le Burglee

Stay tuned

Well, regardless of the fact that President Obama and Hillary Clinton decided to stop by our reception and redistribute our wedding cake to the needy, we had quite the delicious big day. Pictures will be posted soon, I promise... but I must tell you they won't be facebooked. So, do what the subject tells you and stay tuned.

Loves,

The Reynoldsies

Harry,

Thank you for the following (in no particular order of importance):

1) Being here for my birthday.

2) Saying "Happy Birthday" to me several times each on June 6th, 7th, and 8th.

3) Wandering through the Macy's Home Store with me for many hours to register.

4) Standing with me for 45 minutes in front of the Calphalon pots and pans calculating the best deal.

5) Reading with me on the couch for the rest of the afternoon because the Calphalon pots and pans were so exhausting.

6) Making homemade pizza sauce for my birthday pizza which tasted something like heaven.

7) Waking up at 7 am Monday morning so you could see me off to work.

8) Driving with me through the scenic parts of Jamboree Road on my whim even though it took longer.

9) Finding me a computer cord that will give my 8-year-old laptop internet access.

10) Giving me a stunning dress and shirt and not minding when I insisted on "saving" opening it for my real birthday day.

You are the absolute hip to the dip, and the cheese to my macaroni.

Love,

Sarah