As the coverage of the royal wedding builds to a fever pitch. the Slattery clan is off and rushing towards Oklahoma City by plane train and automobile for the wedding of our own King Rob.
Granted, his domain was limited to a teenaged life spent alternately dominating the basketball courts and lying in bed eating potato chips while bellowing demands for his slavish younger siblings, who were required to serve him hand and foot in exchange for the privilege of spending time in his presence watching his television, which was the only one in the house. Nevertheless, Rob has always felt like a king. Luckily for him, those basketball skills came in handy to help him find a queen. While realizing his lifelong dream of playing college basketball, Rob met Nicole.
Nicole is a gorgeous blond Oklahoma girl just shy of six feet tall. She and Rob are a striking sight.
He brought her coffee, the newspaper, breakfast, a dozen yellow roses….
…and an engagement ring.
Nicole was thrilled too, even though she was quickly drafted into manual labor in the squash field.
Somehow this did not deter her from planning a future life on a ridge top in Wisconsin.
It promises to be one heck of an adventure. Please pray that there are no tornadoes, and that the Amish passenger van carrying my parents and a scattered assortment of old and young people makes it safely across the great plains. We will tell you all about the festivities, with pictures of course, starting next Monday.
Have a wonderful weekend!