We're back...

OK, so I admit I'm a big baby.  All this worry about the wedding and feeling older was for naught.  It was a beautiful day; sunny and warm but not hot.  The marriage was perfect and the Logan Temple was very cool.  I'd never been there before.  Even pictures were kind of fun. Everything went fairly smooth until we picked the cake up and found that it was crooked. But Drew's sister-in-law Heather decorated the cake with daisies and made it look perfect.  The wedding luncheon was great; lots of shrimp.  The drive back to Inkom from Logan was uneventful which is always a good thing.  Drew comes from a great family. They really are super people. The reception went great. Lots of Inkomites showed up to wish the happy couple well.  I even played and sang the song for their first dance; Keith Urban's Only You Can Love Me This Way. I forgot the second verse but managed to mumble something similar and I don't think too many people noticed.  All in all it was a very nice event. 

And now, the rest of the story...

We got up Saturday morning in Pocatello, packed up everything, loaded the cars, and then Jake started puking.  We were ready to walk out the door and we had to put him back in the shower. Wasn't even an option. Once he was cleaned up we were ready to start again. This time we made it down the hill to the Chevron station. I filled up both cars with gas, Cameron added some oil to the Escort, and everyone else went in to get some breakfast at the adjoining Burger King.  Cameron and I went in and ordered our breakfast. I got one bite and Jake took off to the men's room.  Naturally I went in to help but he had already locked himself into the only stall.  It was worse than I had imagined. Lucky for him I was there or he would not have had anyone to go get a new change of clothes or to turn away those who innocently came in thinking they were going to be able to use the restroom.  He finally emerged and we left. I told the lady working there that she would probably need to send the maintenance person in to unclog the toilet. I felt bad because she probably was the maintenance person. 

We met Merrianne in the parking lot and I watched as the rest of my biscuit fell in slow motion from the relative safety of Merrianne's overfilled arms to the filthy parking lot below. I went back in and ordered another, but I didn't get to eat it because as soon as I got outside we got a call from Cameron who had already left and headed up the freeway.  It seems the engine in the Escort had blown and he was covering all of west Pocatello in a blanket of thick, oily smoke.  We quickly caught up to him (because he was easy to find) and followed him off the next exit. 

OK, OK I'll speed this up. We had the car towed to a mechanic that Drew's Dad knew in Inkom and we rented a car at the Pocatello airport and drove home.  I got word today from the mechanic that the engine is toast, so he's checking on how much a replacement would be and we're looking at Craig's list and Wheels and Deals just in case.  Merrianne says that it could have been worse; it could have all happened the day before on the wedding day.  How's that for optimism. 

So Ashley and Drew's day went great. Their reception here in the Tri-Cities is Saturday and then they'll be off on their honeymoon to the Oregon coast.  Sooner or later they'll have to come back to reality; hopefully later.  I've had a little too much reality this week.