And my answer is, "Because I didn't get to got to the lousy wedding." Cat took me all the way to stupid St. Louis and then left me in the car! Cat says it was a lot of fun. I say, light interior or no, it's stupid hot in Cat's car.
So there are no pictures of me at the wedding, so really nothing worth seeing. But Cat took some anyway, and so did Gabe when he stole Cat's camera. So I'll post a few.
This is the bride and groom or something like that. I met Sean (this is real-Sean we're talking about - obviously not Spud-Sean), he's likable enough, but I don't know his Michelle because she never came over to Cat's apartment and I was too lazy to ever go over to Gabe and Sean's, which is where Cat knew her from. I know another Michelle, who was at the wedding, but she's not in this picture so it doesn't matter right now.
This is a charming picture of Cat at the wedding with her friend Shelly. Cat was posing for a nice picture and Shelly fixed all that. Go Shelly.
Next is a picture Cat entitled "Cotton Eye Joe." I'm not sure what that's about, but in addition to Cat, you can see Shelly and Sean's two step brothers. I guess they all look like their having fun. I mean, of course they were, they weren't locked in a car!
So whatever. I told Cat, she better get a picture that proved that I went to St. Louis. And she was like whatever, she was sure we could get a good shot of the skyline on our way out. WRONG! Mrs. Gabe's Mom gave Cat a better way to leave that circumvented the stupid city. Which was okay, I mean, less traffic that way, except I wanted my picture taken with the stupid city. So get out your magnifying glasses, cos you might spot the Arch in this terrible picture.
This is a slightly less bad picture of the skyline. If you can't see it, don't be too upset. I mean, it's not like it's Chicago or something.
Cat hasn't been up to too much since then. She had paddalopes (a subrace of Girl Scouts that go out on a lake in canoes to get sunburned. At least, I think that's all Cat did.). Then she had brownies, which are a subrace of Girl Scouts that have a definition that sounds pretty close to trouble to me. Cat kept going on about trying to kill a crier. Ask her if you're curious.
Cat and Snibbly were reading some books by this author they'd never read before. Maybe he'll have more words to say on that later. I mean, he has words on that now, but I'm a the keyboard and I'm not yielding. I have nothing else to say, however. Hope everyone likes the pics. Or not, which is okay since I'm only in one of them.
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