Going to the Chapel…

I went to a wedding the other night.

The bride looked dashing in her floor length ball gown, with her shoulder length hair worn down.  The groom was handsome in his navy blue jacket with a red and gray tie, and a simple black eyed susan taped to his jacket lapel.   The bride carried matching black eyes susan’s picked fresh from her mother’s yard.    

As the ceremony began the bride’s cell phone rang.  Her groom was most disturbed b/c, “brides don’t carry cell phones to weddings.”  This bride was hearing none of that and took the call.  She wanted to ask her mom over for casserole that night following the nuptials and had been waiting for her to call her back.  After the phone call the groom planted a big wet one on his bride b/c, “they always kiss, dance, and eat cake in weddings… oh and the rings.”  The bride was not so keen on the kiss, but did enjoy the dancing turned wwf wrestling on the living room   ball room floor afterwards.