Lady in red

My sweet friend's mom died. The funeral was today. After the service, we all gathered at her sister's house. It is sad to say good-bye to the people who helped raise us. We reconnect and it is good to see these folks. It has been ages since I had laid eyes on some of them. Hugs and stories all around. These stories led to tales of one of the guests' dates at a wedding the previous weekend. To protect the innocent, let's just call her the wedding crasher. Apparently, she had a great figure and loved, loved, loved to dance. Her dress was red and her underwear black as everyone can attest to. Part of her dance moves including lifting the dress. Her dance partners were young and old and all of them were thrilled. Another guest at the wedding, has family members in law enforcement. She positioned the wedding crashers arms into a position that was not threatening but quite effective and steered her into some other direction when things got out of control. Additional entertainment didn't cost a penny more. So there you have it in a nutshell. You try to throw a classy affair and not your guest, but your guest's date is a real doozy. Thank you for coming.