On Saturday my dad and his girlfriend are getting married.  Exciting right?!  So her parents are here and everyone's been bustling around our one story incredibly long but incredibly skinny house crowded with "stuff" and many many many people and making cakes and arranging food and cleaning and messing things up and cleaning again and love is in the air, but stress and anticipation is also in the air............
However.
It's all pretty fun once everyone has a couple drinks and relaxes and we can sit back and look at the pretty lights set up outside for the wedding and each of us think "secretly" of how many opportunities we will get to sneak off into the darkness with our significant others....... and of course we get to listen to the record player my dad got for his birthday!  I love it; I will just sit by that thing for hours listening to records I just love the grainy sound and the fact that I get to put the needle on and EVERYTHING.  So one of the records we've been listening to is Herb Alpert's Whipped Cream, with the picture that every young boy used to have on his wall.

 

Yup, there she is.

And here's one of my favorite songs on the album, and a famous one too.