<p>Marla proposed marriage to Irfan Bradshaw. (In her furry criminal work outfit.)<div align=”center”><img src=”/images/2009/10/1026-1.jpg”></div>
<p>Amazingly – considering what a jackass he has been – he accepted. And afterward, they successfully celebrated!<div align=”center”><img src=”/images/2009/10/1026-2.jpg”></div>
<p><i>I heard a lullaby!</i>
<p>Marla did a side job at work to earn a bit of extra cash. Enough to afford two more walls, thus fully enclosing the first wing of the new house.<div align=”center”><img src=”/images/2009/10/1026-3.jpg”></div>
<p>Not enough for siding, wallpaper, or flooring – just enough for the walls. Too bad, because when the wedding guests showed up, they all clustered in the big empty house.<div align=”center”><img src=”/images/2009/10/1026-4.jpg”></div>
<p>Where they proceeded to complain about how unfinished and dark it was. It took some doing to lure everyone outside, but I finally positioned everyone such that Irfan and Marla could have their ceremony in the sunshine.<div align=”center”><img src=”/images/2009/10/1026-5.jpg”></div>
<p>After the ceremony, once Irfan had been added to the family, I learned that he is <i>102.</i> (And still able to father children!) I have to admit, I was relieved. At least he won’t be around long!