I mentioned it to Jim.
He said we probably should make it clear that sucking toads is not the
purpose of the event. (tee hee)
He also said he did not want to sleep in a tent, which would probably be for
the best because of his back.
So, maybe there's hope we can go.
I just hope I can get time off and whatever weekend you choose, it won't be
the weekend that one of Jim's best friends, who drives me
chalk-squeaking-on-the blackboard nuts, will plan his summer wedding for an
entirely different time than our event.  Could I have a few selfish purrs,
please, that this guy will decide to elope privately?  By-the-way, the
prospective bride is a great gal, and I do wish them happiness.
Annie