Married on a Mountain?
Allow me to introduce the man who sang me a song, did a dance and appeared to marry me on top of Gahr. We didn't expect to run into a group of shepherds with loads of goats. I have no idea what he was doing while singing and motioning around my head, but we can only guess he was attempting to trade me for about 10 of his goats upon meeting us on top of this mountain. We decided to celebrate our union with a very serious picture as he wanted me to stop laughing after pulling my hat off my head. This was about the only thing I understood, beside his fascination with my unveiled head.



It was an awesome break from working, and tiring. 97 degrees in all these clothes gets intense. Jill will be happy to hear, I did not quit though.
heart forever, Mrs. Abdul.