See this lovely woman?
Her name is Olivia. She is my Daughter's Che-Che. She is as much my Daughter's "Big Sister" as anyone could ever be. Olivia is the daughter of Maria, the woman I credit with raising my children. I still refer to Maria as their "real mother," even lo these many years after she has cared for them.
Were Pete and I to die in the fiery wreckage of a 10-car pile-up on 101 North on our annual date, Maria and her husband Lucas would raise our children. ["Annual" as in, yeah, that's about as frequently as we go out on a date. No sh$t.]
Anywho, Daughter and I attended Che-Che's baby shower this weekend. [OMG! Little oLi is having a baby? Why, I remember when she was collecting Hello Kitty trinkets. Oh, wait, I think she still does.]
Can you believe I'd never "done" tea before?
Yeah, I can believe it, too.
But I'm no longer a tea room virgin. Nor is Daughter. [Crap. What searchers are going to find their freakin' way here? Shoo, freaks. Shoo.]
Is it any wonder I've never been?
[Images swiped from oLi's FB page. Hey, at least I've forked over credit.]