Lucien and Lia were married in a lovely evening ceremony on the lawn. Note the appropriately flat-bellied bride.
We went visiting in Oasis Springs. Jean-Paul was out; Eve wouldn't permit us to enter the house. That's probably a blessing; Jean-Paul is neat but Eve most assuredly is not. We did, however, spend some quality time with the nooboo, whose name is Tyson.
The newlyweds have moved to Oasis Springs, so it seemed that I would need to learn to cook. Fortunately, Lia has master chef aspirations. She's also doing her part in the garden, and, I must confess, much more graciously than I did.
I've kicked Shayne to the curb. He'd been pestering me to divorce Yves, as if that were going to happen.
Is this really necessary? Unfortunately, I suppose it is. The family hoard of potions is now under lock and key after one went missing.
Abysmal fashion sense notwithstanding, Cordell seemed to have potential. I could not, however, forgive his gratuitous smashing of my granddaughter's dollhouse. Ah well, as Josette would have said, "Toujours gai."
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