Hey there, Mister Man. ROWR. As we move toward Valentine's Day, I am reminded of that wonderful, horrible day I doned a pair of Spanks that squeezed my soul up into my brain (and made my boobs look hella great) and told my guy that I would love him forever . I did my own hair, sewed my own veil, and cried like a sad little weiner girl. I compare our wedding to every other wedding I attend--much, much nicer, more elaborate weddings with chocolate fountains and open bars, and various food stations. We wed and ate and drank and hopped into my little Saturn and drove drove drove to Atlanta for the night. The we hopped a plane to Maine in the dead of October. sigh. Love you, guy. You make bad things bearable and bad movies ....funny.
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