Wondering
Friday night is coming up.
Since we have decided that we are no longer married ( my ring got too big and the new one has problems , his ring broke, the place we had our wedding reception is torn down, the place we spent our wedding night changed hands, the Priest who married us is dead and the church has been remodeled so obviously the deal is null and void) , it means I can embrace Friday night in the way that I did when I was single. Hmmmn- can my stomach handle those behaviors anymore ?
He seems to think the easiest solution is to just get remarried.If I was to do that, should I opt for a "soon to become Bridezilla" kind of affair with absolutely hopeless of obtaining goals, or a simple affair where we stand in front of people and someone takes a Bugs Bunny sort of role as officiant (you want her ? you got her...I now pronounce you devil and devilish). I will be wearing a creation fashioned from duct tape and dryer sheets, music will be supplied by a collection of aluminum pipes hung in a tree to resonate with the wind and we will serve our guests 6 ft subs portioned out and served on old CD's ( shiny). Forget the wedding cake- make a gigantic eclair cake ( graham crackers, cool whip ,pudding layers topped with ready made frosting) topped with a Barbie doll and a GI Joe making a fashion statement. Skip the band, just bring in a Playstation and a couple of Karaoke Revolution games and Singing Star. Then we could honeymoon at Walmart, using the cash wedding gifts to replace things like our towels, silverware and so forth. Perhaps if we are lucky someone will give us a chicken and some candlesticks for wedding gifts.
What would Morticia do ????
Since we have decided that we are no longer married ( my ring got too big and the new one has problems , his ring broke, the place we had our wedding reception is torn down, the place we spent our wedding night changed hands, the Priest who married us is dead and the church has been remodeled so obviously the deal is null and void) , it means I can embrace Friday night in the way that I did when I was single. Hmmmn- can my stomach handle those behaviors anymore ?
He seems to think the easiest solution is to just get remarried.If I was to do that, should I opt for a "soon to become Bridezilla" kind of affair with absolutely hopeless of obtaining goals, or a simple affair where we stand in front of people and someone takes a Bugs Bunny sort of role as officiant (you want her ? you got her...I now pronounce you devil and devilish). I will be wearing a creation fashioned from duct tape and dryer sheets, music will be supplied by a collection of aluminum pipes hung in a tree to resonate with the wind and we will serve our guests 6 ft subs portioned out and served on old CD's ( shiny). Forget the wedding cake- make a gigantic eclair cake ( graham crackers, cool whip ,pudding layers topped with ready made frosting) topped with a Barbie doll and a GI Joe making a fashion statement. Skip the band, just bring in a Playstation and a couple of Karaoke Revolution games and Singing Star. Then we could honeymoon at Walmart, using the cash wedding gifts to replace things like our towels, silverware and so forth. Perhaps if we are lucky someone will give us a chicken and some candlesticks for wedding gifts.
What would Morticia do ????