My husband, the maid of honor

The temperature gauge in the rental car read 105.  I knew it would be hot in Urbana in the middle of July, but this was something else.  At least there was plenty of Dunkin' Donut iced coffee.  And air-conditioning.  And Fannie Mae candy (properly stowed safely in air conditioning). 


The midwest heat index, however, did not stop us from enjoying a wedding weekend with family, meeting new family, and witnessing the joy of others become family.  Brad acted as "maid of honor" for his sister.  And faithfully fulfilled his duties of fluffing and straightening the bride's dress. 


Festivities included bowling.  I improved my score from a 40 to 113.