French Word(s) of the Day: sels de bain (sell day bahn)- bath salts
My cousin, Todd, let me know that he follows this blog, so he gets a shout out.
He brought two of his daughters to the wedding. They let me paint their nails, which was very trusting of them as I’m very good at spilling things. Luckily, everything managed to stay on their nails.
Very classy, ladies!
Betsy had a photo from our grandparents’ wedding. I rarely get to see any, but I LOVE old photos. (Look at my grandmother’s hat and my grandfather’s bow tie! I wonder if there are any more photos…)
For gifts, Betsy put together a table of bath salts. I know nothing about bath salts, but Todd’s daughter, Hope, is way more bath-salt forward than I am. She made sure I got the good stuff.
Having the bath salts at the airport was an adventure. Almost everyone who brought them through security had their bags searched. Obviously, bath salts are a major security threat. We can’t have anyone making their baths smell pretty.
I’m not really sure what bath salts actually do.
Everyone is well aware of my love for cake? Yes? (A massive cake post will occur in the future. Wait for it.)
Betsy’s cake passed the Meghan Taste Test. I took several pictures, but managed to capture my twin and myself in the mirror intently staring at it in this one, so it’s the one being chosen.
Betsy’s wedding get’s an A+, unlike the Molly Ringwald version.