A Few Wee Tidbits...No Time for More

We're back from our trip out to South Bend, IN, where we celebrated junior parents weekend with our youngest son, his buddies, and their parents.  Now we've got some quick last-minute things to take care of before we get back on the road again--we're headed for Upstate NY tomorrow or the next day for the wedding of son #4.  There are rehearsal dinner menus to be printed, there's a cake to be decorated, and there's a tooth to be implanted--hooray!!  If you come here often, you know that I was discouraged to lose both back molars on one side of my upper jaw several months ago, and I had to wear a sort of Invisiline braces contraption with a faux tooth embedded in it to my #3 son's wedding in December.  Well, I didn't HAVE to wear it; but I chose to, because I found that I'm much too vain when it comes to having a full set of teeth.  I really like the idea of having a full set.  Full sets of teeth are my favorite.  It would probably have been a good mortification for me to go without that device, trying to smile as widely as possible to show off my unfortunate gap...but alas, I am no saint.  And I thought I was going to have to wear the device again for this wedding, and lisp my way through another major event in my sons' lives; but my dentist asked the people who are making my new crown (also known, at least right now, as my best friends) to put a rush on it, and they have it ready for me today.

Anyway, gang, I really don't have a lot of time to spend attending to my poor, semi-neglected blog.  If I allow myself to try to compose something of substance, it will be 2:00 in the afternoon, I'll still be in my bathrobe, and I will have missed my dentist appointment altogether.  I simply can't let that happen!

But I thought I'd share a few quick tidbits with you.  When I scrolled through my Facebook news feed this morning, I saw that someone had posted this.

I thought I was just the worst texter in the universe, but this reminded me that it's not my fault.  Curse you, auto-correct!  The funny thing is, though, that a couple of times I've typed the word "Cahtolic," and auto-correct is like, "WHAAAAT?  I can't think of a word that is even remotely CLOSE to that one.  No corrections, lady.  You're on your own."  Really, auto-correct?  Really?

Another recent Facebook news feed gem is this meme posted by my husband's youngest brother, the #8 sibling in a proudly Irish family.

OMGoodness gracious, this is the best!  You really gotta love the Irish!

Okay, I'm off now.  I've got places to go, things to do.  Because in FIVE DAYS, son #4 will be receiving the Sacrament of Holy Matrimony--which is mind-boggling, because it seems like only yesterday that he was receiving his very first sacrament.

By the way, we did not wait until he was almost a year old to baptize this boy--although it might look that way, judging by the above picture. When he was born he weighed 10 lbs., 12 and 1/2 oz., and he was 24" long (at least--that was the length of the measuring tape and they didn't even bother to straighten him out completely, so he was probably longer), and he could already hold his head up without support.  He looked about 2 months old from the get-go!

Okay, I really must go.  The cake has cooled, so it's time to go into Cake Boss mode and get that thing decorated. 

Have a great week everyone!