All poor Fred wants is cake. Can a chubby boxer get some cake already?
Dawn’s Actual Wedding Experience
I did not toss the bouquet, or do the garder toss. Rick and I saw them as dated traditions, and besides… we’re one of the last of our friends to get married, and the few single girls who were left were not the type to dive mosh-pit style after a bouquet. It would have been more like a bouquet hand-off, to whomever would take the thing.
I did have a bouquet of wheat shaft and orange lilies and fake leaves, but being that I’m not big on flowers, I was glad to be done with carrying that thing around after the family posed pictures. After all, hands are made for holding a beer. (okay, and drawing!)
Grammar Nazi says: Unless you’re being pursued by Sheriff Roscoe P. Coltrane, “hazard” is spelled with only one Z.
Just sayin’…
Noted, and fixed. Thank you!
Toss some cake my way, Fred!
No no Fred, it’s survival of the fittest. It makes perfect sense.
if that’s the case, chubby ol’ Fred would be out in the first round!
Somebody please get Fred some Cake. 🙂
I’ve seen some pretty good knock down drag outs over the bouquet, but it’s always the opposite with the guys. We’ll dodge that garter like it’s a venomous snake. 🙂
heh, that tells you a lot about the divide between men and women when it comes to weddings/marriage. Or at least… how men and women want to be perceived involving marriage. I was bouquet-toss-aphob for most of my life, and I still managed to get married, so….
Kind of reminds me of Muriels Wedding