I Love Lucy

Wilson came home and announced he was getting married soon. This was news to me. I knew/understood/prayed one day he would move out and get married, I just had no idea it was going to be so soon. Chris nodded, yes, Wilson had decided to get married and Chris was aware of the "romance" for some time now.

Chris normally drops Wilson off at school in the morning so he knew that little Lucy waits for Wilson every morning to begin their day. Wilson has decided he and Lucy are getting married. I asked why, though I have to tell you Lucy is a doll, her parents are extremely nice, and they threw a heck of a third birthday party at "The Cheese" earlier this summer (Chuck E. that is). Wilson's response was that "Lucy fights with us and she kisses me on the big playground". In other words, Lucy can put up with the boys. Lucy's been around forever but there were girls older and more outgoing than Lucy for the last few years - first there was Jordan, then Sarah-Joy, then Maria (who never paid a bit of attention to Wilson even though he did his best to impress her at swimming lessons - Maria's older and she probably wants a "man" of at least 4 or 5) - now it's "I love Lucy". That will make his Honey happy - she loves that TV show.

So I asked Wilson how he was going to support his Lucy. Things like where will they live, how's he going to support her, and other questions we asked just to see what the responses were. Here's what we were told:

• They will live at school. (Smart kid, they have a dietician for the kids so no one will need to cook and the janitorial staff will probably clean up for them.)
• Wilson has plenty of money in his blue piggy bank. Probably $6.
• Their wedding reception? At "The Cheese" of course, but Lucy doesn't really like the mouse.
• He will still come over and water my yard, but I will probably have to start paying him.
• He's going to go to college and he will let Lucy go too.

After dinner we had the news on. Hurricane Rita is heading to Texas. Wilson is concerned about this because he's been praying at night for our friends in New Orleans who lost their house last month. We reassured him that we are in north Texas and Daddy would take care of us even if we were in danger, which we are not. Wilson later told me he can't get married to Lucy now because of Rita. I guess that means the wedding will have to be postponed until after hurricane season.

We had planned to spend this very weekend in Galveston as our last family hooray for the year and for my birthday. We were going to get on the beach, go to NASA, and see some friends in Houston. Luckily, for us, Mom and Dad said they would like to fly to Ft. Worth for my birthday. This was our only free weekend so we told them to fly on down. That's what Mom's are for - coming to visit you on your birthday so you don't end up getting your Galveston vacation ruined. My mother versus Mother Nature.

In other news, I would like to mention our dear friends Tommy, Karen, and little Maria are now in the strange position of being Hurricane Rita refugees. They finally took that Caribbean cruise. They are docked in Jamaica as refugees on a cruise ship and get an extended vacation due to Rita. What a hard, hard life it must be: Jamaica, 24 hour buffets, live entertainment, games, swimming pools...