Wedding planning. I suck at it. Mom’s about to pop, dad’s on earth and finally home from work, let’s do this. Call everyone we know, half can’t come. Don’t care, at least we get 3. Whatev. Hire mixologist, caterer. Go.
Stereo breaks. Traffic jam in the kitchen. Caterer makes 3 cakes. Or more accurately, starts three cakes and gets distracted midway through. Spends a lot of time standing in the way of appliances. Plan B, man, plan B! So rather than a lovely fancy cake, we get the “bride busted this out herself in the last 5 minutes of the wedding” plain white cake. ;D
For some reason, although the guests automatically changed into wedding clothes, the bride and groom did not. I thought, “Oh, they’ll probably do it when I click on the arch thinger.” Nope. Oof.
But, the guests seemed happy, and Clem and Estrella are always happy when they’re near each other no matter what else is going on around them. The only one freaking out seemed to be me. ;D
Columbine even came, and brought a plus one. No idea who she was, still. ;D
“I Dos” were exchanged at last. The kiss was, of course, magical.
The highlight of the wedding, for me, was after the cake had been distributed and our trusty spare Cyclamen busted out in song.
No idea what that was about. Most of the guests had already wandered off and he was the only one singing. Haha.
Anyhow, despite all the hiccups, we squeaked out a gold rating and the guests showered the happy couple with gifts. Some small appliances (microwave, teapot) and a couple nice decorative items:
Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Wolff! I shall try to do better for your children. ;D
The more pressing matter in the house, of course, is the imminent arrival of the baby lumpkin. Estrella has been handling her pregnancy like a champ, remaining very active throughout. The garden looks great and the house has never been so clean.
Clem seems absolutely tickled that this particular woman is bearing his spawn, and has been more attentive and more flirty with her than ever.
Sometimes I worry, because he doesn’t seem to appreciate things like danger and the need to eat and stuff when he’s all heart-eyed over the missus.
This is pretty much the scene anytime they’re both on the lot. I have to send her away fishing sometimes so the guy can use the bathroom.
Case in point, we had our first “crash landing” from space — I’m having a freakin’ heart attack and Clem crawls out of the wreckage, hops out of his suit and we get this:
Me: YOU ALMOST DIED! T.T
Clem: Naww I got this. Say, where’s Estrella?
So now I feel like I need to constantly keep an eye on them so they don’t get too flirty and like, explode, or whatever happens. Hopefully the baby will help mellow that out a little bit!
While we’ve been out here talking, Estrella’s been laboring away. We’d better get in there!
Say hello to Digitalis Wolff, our first generation 4 heir hopeful! 🙂