Maw-age

Wuv, twoo wuv….

We just got home from a lovely wedding, complete with a totally adorable pocket-sized bride (I’m not kidding, she’s tiny. I’m short and I had to bend over to hug her) and a starry-eyed groom. A fine way to spend an evening right before our seventh anniversary. Wow. Seven years.

The funniest wedding moment was the maid of honor, pulling the groom’s ring out of her cleavage during the ceremony. I’m not joking. And what’s even funnier is that the ring was still in the jeweler’s black velvet box. So she was holding on to two bouquets in one hand, pulling out the ring with the other, opening the ring box, handing the ring to the bride and then trying to close the ring box again using one hand and her chin, and then putting the box back into her cleavage. Now, I have been a maid of honor three times in my life and each of those times, I’ve found that wearing the groom’s ring on my thumb has served me very well. But you know. To each his own.

Filed under General Sappiness |