I So Got 80's... and remembered my Mom.

One of my sisters is getting maaaarrriiied this Sunday.
I am actually so psyched, I am likely to poop myself. Adult diaper-poop-catcher-things? Anyone? Eh...

So for my sister, bride-to-be, I collected a bunch of tunes she wants for the party-time, and I want to be both nutsy dancing and sobby fetal. Does this make any sense?
Likely not. But once upon a time,
We were, for a time, very close.

Anyhoots.. I will be crying beside me mum... and me pappy... giving away, on his Father's Day... one of his own..