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What happens in Leawood, stays in Leawood.

I reluctantly agreed - under pressure - to refrain from revealing the details of Mom's bachelorette party last night.  (At least, until my column comes out next week.) I think I'll just let the pictures tell the story.  Above, is the bride-to-be at home, before going out to dinner with her four daughters.  Below is the scene at the end of the night:
'Nuff said.


These photos are the bestest. I can't wait to hear about what down, how many Chippendale's dancers were involved, how many arrests, etc. Your mom is gorgeous. Like mother, like daughter.
Cathy Hamilton said…
Thanks, sweet girl. I have much more incriminating photos, but my lawyer-sister drew up a (hilarious) agreement asking me not to humiliate anyone. I didn't sign it, of course, but I'm bound by the familial code of honor... for another week. The man is the bassist of the trio at the bar where we had a nightcap. He later told us we were his "fantasy come true" which was -- er -- uncomfortable.
Marguerite said…
Love the photo of your family. All beauties, especially your mom. Thanks for sharing.
Cathy Hamilton said…
Thanks, M. As tacky as that tiara and veil were, I thought Mom looked really pretty!
Anonymous said…
What a beautiful group. Can't believe that I changed all of your diapers at one time or another-except mom's, of course.
Give my best to your mom and have a great day. Will be thinking of you.
Former babysitter and cousin.
KJ said…
Looks like a rockin' night was had by all!
Cathy Hamilton said…
JoAnn, wow! Thanks for the leaving the note. I'd be sure to tell Mom, except she'd be mortified to know I published that picture of her with her mouth open. She's very happy and doubly-blessed.
Love to you and yours!

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