I’m chronicling the 6 days leading to my daughters wedding on Friday, October 14th. Today is 2 days away.
Reality is weighing in.
Not just with me but all around.
My dad let me know how excited he is…(there’s a different–good different—sound in his voice)…
My mom is posting on El Facebook about her granddaughter being all grown up…
And my soon to be son in law?
I think he’s just plain ole’ crapping his pants.
But lemme ‘splain what I mean.
You see my son Slaton drove up to Austin today. He was going under the auspices of “looking for a new apartment” for next school year but I think he secretly wanted to see his big sister before the wedding day.
So they had dinner together.
Slaton, Katelyn and my soon to be son-in-law Wes.
Slaymann basically said that Wes was quiet the entire time…didn’t touch his food…and seemed “stressed”.
OK but you need some benchmarks so let me share that Wes is generally an outgoing fella and has no problem putting down a whole Chipotle burrito and some guac.
But tonite he didn’t…Slaymann said.
Sheesh…I mean the kid is ONLY getting married in a couple a days right? Cut him a break will ya!?
But Slaton is a quick study and came to the conclusion that Mr. Wes is pretty much sh*ttin’ his jeans about now.
The realization is here folks but the truth is I’m pretty glad it was just a jeans crapping episode and not like a wicked rash…running away to Mexico or a mini-psychosis.
We can always change our jeans folks but the other stuff? That’s no bueno.
I guess I kinda needed this today…take my mind off the whole “giving away my daughter to her new husband” day and let’s me have a laugh.
Even if it is at the expense of Mr. Wes and his poo-poo jeans.
I hope y’all have a fantastic and clean jean day today (and read the P.S. for a new little launch I’m doing…especially for my network marketing homies).
Rick ‘gonna change my shorts’ Martinez