I went to the Surprise Shower this afternoon. It wasn’t something I was really looking forward to attending. Certainly I am happy for Caren but sitting in a roomful of women, oooohing and ahhhing over gifts, is just not my idea of a good time. Plus, I waited until the last possible second to buy my gift which meant practically everything on the gift registry was already purchased. Just picture it, Caren is unwrapping beautiful vases, lingerie, crystal… and then she gets to my gift, A MEAT TENDERIZER.

I spent most of the time talking to Joan. Her brother and his girlfriend will soon be having a baby and she told me that if the baby is a boy they will name him Lucas.
“…Lucas, which means we will probably end up calling him Luke which is funny since I already have a nephew called Owen– Luke and Owen. You can see where I’m going with this…”
“Yeah, just like the Skywalker Clan!”
“What?”
“Luke Skywalker and Uncle Owen…”
“Uh, no Donna, I meant the Wilson brothers.”
‘I guess that means you don’t have any nieces named Beru.”

Turns out, I had a great time. It was a wonderful shower and it was such a joy to see Caren so happy. It made me feel a little bad that I ruined the surprise last week. 😉