A Modern Mother

I paid for my own wedding (did I tell you my husband is Scottish?)

I paid for my own wedding.

It was a big bash on the bonny banks of Loch Lomond in a five-star country house hotel with salmon and roast lamb for dinner, an 18-piece marching pipe band, several out-of-country guests and several more bottles of French wine.

It was truly the best day of my life.

I never expected my parents to pay for my wedding. You get to a certain age and it really isn’t appropriate. Besides, it was the height of the dot com boom and I was earning obscene amounts of money (don't get the wrong picture, a paper bag could have landed a high paying marketing job in those days.)

I planned the event. The bills came to me. I paid them out of my accounts.

We never talked about who was going to pay for what. Ultimately, it didn’t matter, right?

I should have seen a pattern emerging. Did I tell you my hubby is Scottish?

Apologies in advance

My Jerusalem artichokes are ready. Apologies in advance to anyone who is near me in the next couple of days!

Perspective people, please

Before you read this you need to know that some of the information for this post was provided by a cereal company and they also provided me with a spa treatment. I am forever grateful.

I had a few friends for coffee over the other morning, and as I rushed them through the aftermath in the kitchen, hoping they wouldn't see the milk splats on our white tile counter and stray cornflakes on the floor, my BFF noticed the box of Frosties.

I can't believe you feed them that stuff. It has so much sugar!

A Modern Mother can dance! (just)

 

OK, I am having waaaaayy too much fun with this Autodance iphone app out just ahead of the release of Just Dance 3 on Wednesday. Download it now! It's FREE. And it's on Android too.