It is been brought to my attention by my non-blogging fiance that I never actually posted the pictures that were meant to follow. On trying to remember which pictures were to follow, I found some other little treasures.
The day after we were engaged, Derrel wanted to give dying my hair a go. Derrel had a blast, which is crazy, but works out. This way Stacy doesn't have to fly down from Sacramento to do it.
The Mitchells took Ebert and I to Davis to play one night on our last visit. We had a couple of attempts at trying to catch this sweet moment.
Derrel was chosen as the MC for the Hesperia Days Parade. Some of you may wonder where Hesperia is, but if you've ever spent any time in here, the more relevant question becomes, why does it have days?
Derrel had a good time and said he would do it again. After yelling "nice float" at a local church who just used a vehicle to be in a parade, I don't know that the community will have him. He also (accidentally) failed to introduce a couple of school board members that were in the parade. These were two of three members that are currently being recalled. Maybe the community will have him back.
We visited a new ice cream parlor with the Mitchells about a month ago. Derrel was ecstatic because he thought he could get a dipped cone there. He was tragically mistaken. Apparently "dipped" is a synonym for "scooped." I promised him that night that I would take him to Dairy Queen sometime to get one, and that finally came to fruition a few weeks ago. Look at how happy he was.
1 comment:
glad to see the guy finally got his cone! AND why no finished product pictures of your hair??
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