And The Bride Was Beautiful ....

Isn't she lovely? Okay, this isn't really the bride, this is the bride's fat little chihuahua dog, Marcie. But she does have an inner glow that's simply radiating the thought, "You are a bunch of assholes for making me wear this getup, I detest each and every one of you down to your atomic particles."

To me, there's nothing more satisfying that making a dog sport a funny outfit; I laughed for at least five minutes when I saw her waddling dejectedly around the grounds in her veil.

But in all seriousness, the wedding was touching and very nicely done, even though it was OUTSIDE. At 5pm. In the COLD. They had a marquis surrounded by outdoor heaters and a couple of those nifty movable fireplaces, so it actually wasn't that bad considering it was nearly 40F.

The elderly minister had a bit of trouble remembering the groom's name a couple of times and we enjoyed the added bonus of the reverend losing his place in the proceedings and starting all over again at just about the point he was supposed to be saying, " .... and I now pronounce you husband and wife". Everyone, including the bride and groom, tried to stifle their giggles while he was gently corrected and the happy couple were married at last.

Here is a picture of The Husband and two of the girls at the reception. They look really nice underneath the coats and sweaters!

We left The Punk at home, being scaredy-cat parents afraid of what he might get into, but wouldn't you know it, there was someone who was delighted to fill in for him on the night.

Somehow, in the way that only children can, The Starlet (she's on the right) became completely covered in dog poo (I'm convinced it was Marcie's revenge) which she then managed to smear on my very expensive suede coat and The Husband's pair of slacks, as well. It was a fun drive home, smelling like shite and listening to her disgusted - and poo free - sister mutter about how gross we all were. A stinky ending to an otherwise lovely day!