I love weddings. The dresses, the cake, the misty eyes of the groom as he watches his bride walking down the aisle towards him, the weeks and weeks of planning that lead up to that moment.... It is all so good.
People have so many good ideas, too, when it comes to planning an executing a wedding, but that's also the moment when good people who have good ideas get brain freezes. I like to think of it as a sparkle/butter cream overload, and hence the reason why smart brides are surrounding themselves with a harem of smart women: if the bride gets bridal brain freeze, and if the maid of honor gets overwhelmed looking at rouge, you can always pull a third or fourth bridesmaid off the bench.
And though you would think I would advocate a good idea at this moment, I get sucker punched each time a wedding rolls around and I love all things that have to do with weddings. For the past three years, whenever a friend would tell me that they were getting married (heck, when the neighbor told me that her niece was getting married), I like to suggest going to Hawaii and getting "Maui'd".
Now I have something better for all my cat-loving friends out there. They can all get "Meow-ried".
I searched for this word on the web, and it does exist. I'm just going to bring it to the present of our marriage language.
Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
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