Okay, a few months ago I promised that I wouldn't write any more blogs about our house in Cape May.
Technically, however, the house is no longer our house. So I'm really just writing about A house in Cape May. Not MY house.
This weekend, it became painfully obvious that it wasn't my house anymore.
I'm so not into cute.
Anyway, we called the house the Sayre House, after the first recorded owner.
And we joked about having one of our friends dress up in an old bridal gown and wave to the trolley as it drove by.
Did I mention that our first choice for this role was Birdman? (Yes, the same Birdman that I explained had no renovation skills but did his part by making us laugh. You can see his fan page here.)
So, this weekend, before we went to Cape May, my husband called Bird and asked if he was still into dressing up like a bride.
Was he ever into it.
See for yourself: