But I was still able to dance a little (below). That's the father of the groom's bro with me, Frazier Riddell.
Sunday, 21 March 2010
Kicking up my heels
I wore the dress I bought in Paris with my friend Jeanne to my god-daughter's wedding last weekend. I'd eaten so much delicious Southern food by then, however, that it barely zipped up and my husband had to stick his knee in my back to get the darn thing to fasten.
But I was still able to dance a little (below). That's the father of the groom's bro with me, Frazier Riddell.
But I was still able to dance a little (below). That's the father of the groom's bro with me, Frazier Riddell.
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You are the Dancin' Queen! I wish we could have the reception all over again---that band was great. Isn't Frazier sweet? He's always got a big smile (and a beer). At Tim's parents' annual Christmas bash, he and his bro set up sound equipment and we have us a songfest. The first year he and I did harmony to "Winter Wonderland" and the next he and a "girlie chorus" did "Run Run Rudolph. Fun family!
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