I’m headed out the door to focus on the wedding of my dear friend Quinn. My talented and wonderful daughter-in-law is already started on the flowers. Her sister is coordinating food for 350 (my friends and I are making the yummy Artisan Bread).
Two absolutely wonderful things: The bride is coming down the aisle to Amazing Grace. No dry eyes, friend; no dry eyes.
And this from the invitation: Kindly bring shot guns, shells and clay pigeons to start off the reception.
You know you live in Eastern Oregon when a Shot Gun Weddin’ means skeet shooting. Quinn will be showing off her sharp-shooting!
See ya on the other side…