The Story Of A Humorous Wedding

Hello pretty people! :) How are you all? I was very busy last week. There was a wedding at our family friend's house so we had to attend all the functions. You guys probably know about it already since I was updating everything on my Instagram account. :P

I hope you had a nice Christmas! I've been wondering how the catering worked out for you guys. It seemed like a pretty damned good idea to me, but as you said, you never know how the food will be.

“I didn’t think it was a big deal. It’s not like you weren’t going to invite yourself to the wedding anyways.”

Thank you all for coming and joining us here today. My wife, Louise Mallard, was a young, frail, and timid woman who was afflicted with heart trouble. Our marriage was not out of the ordinary, for I knew we both adored each other a great deal. Even though she is no longer with us I will continue to care for her memory as I cared for her throughout our marriage. Louise wasn’t just a devoted wife to me but a sister to Josephine and their relationship was very close indeed. In these hard times, Josephine has been a blessing to me. Josephine was there for Louise in the good times and the bad. I am sure Josephine will always treasure the memories of her sister close to her heart. Louise Mallard has left her memories to be treasured by her family

Before January ventures off in search for a wife, he decides to speak to his friends and tells him his wishes, he states, “But o thyng warne I yow, my freendes deere/ I wol moon oold wyf han in no manere/ She shal nat passe twenty yeer, certayn/ Oold fissh and yong flessh wolde I have ful fayn,” (lines 1415-18). He bluntly states that he desires a very young wife, no more than twenty, and this is a mistake because he fails to consider that marriage is a huge commitment therefore, it should be based off of love and not desire. This quote indicates how Januarie blindly believes that he can use May’s youth and beauty to his own advantage when in fact, May will eventually uses her age to exploit Januarie in the tale. Furthermore, January embarks

Once upon a time, in a little tiny cottage with only a few scrap pieces of food lived a little skinny wife. Her name was Meghan. She lived with her husband, Nick. Nick was a grumpy, young, man. Meghan did not know if Nick loved her. One night, the sky was dark, and the night was cold she heard the old creaky door slam shut! She ran out to the porch trying not to slip and fall in one of the cracks, seeing a man running away in the forest, she stepped on this tiny piece of paper saying in bold letter. “I am sorry Meg, you deserve better, Xoxo Nick” Nick was gone she thought, what was she going to without anyone to love her she cried out to the goddess of love, Aphrodite. She prayed to Aphrodite to help her find love. Months passed, Meghan was

Today we started and Broomsticks my waking the resident up and take her to the bathroom she had urinated in the toilet but had no bowel movement. Next we took her to breakfast and made her bed. Call bacon French toast with a cup of coffee for breakfast.

Frank, who had his hand on the girl’s arm, guiding her among the more upscale carriages, answered her question brusquely. “Our parents have long since grown to understand that their sons do as pleases us, regardless of our parents’ wishes. Our mother has been after us for years to marry, and regardless of your social station, the fact that one of us has done so mitigates whatever other feelings they may have. We play our part in maintaining the family wealth and status, so they have nought to complain about in our private lives. Here we go,” he finished up, leading her to a very nice enclosed carriage with a groom standing by with the horses.

White. White long white fabric passed by my very eyes as I took it all in, this was a trail. A trail for a beautiful bride who was going to marry the love of her life in a few moments. Cameras flashed, people smiled, cried, whispered to one another how beautiful she looked but I couldn’t feel that. Yes, don’t get me wrong she looked exquisite but I could not feel the same sort of emotions everyone around me was. Soon, I’d be surrounded by family and friends talking about the “happy couple” but trying not to laugh because you’ll seem rude is very hard. I’ve never really understood the deal with love. Love’s kinda funny isn’t it, the way people interact and decided that they want to spend the rest of their godforsaken life with that person. But

The mulberry bow called my name as it yearned to be used, and in response I ran my scarred fingertips down the splintered wood, tracing the intricate carvings. My eyes met that of the suitors, hatred coursing through my veins as I reminded myself of their frivolous actions. Before my arrival, I had endeavored in ;p-,both land and sea as impudent suitors occupied my pristine palace doing all from

For tantalizing Italian cuisine and fresh steaks in the heart of Amsterdam, locals and visitors alike rely on the charming Ava Cyril restaurant. The voogerecht bruschetta crisp bread with an herbaceous topping and served with marinara makes a wonderful appetizer. Some of Ava Cyril’s specialty entrée dishes include the misto mix pastas with samples of layered lasagna, tubular cannelloni and stuffed tortellini in a hearty marinara sauce, the scaloppa vino bianco seared sea scallops in a tangy white wine sauce and the thin-crust pizza capriciosa topped with capicola and melted mozzarella cheese, all of which are perfect with a glass of wine.

It was bright and sunny the air smelled like recently bloomed flowers and freshly cooked eggs. I opened my eyes and quickly shut them it was too early in the oring to be up. All of the sudden my mother comes bursting the through the doors “ They’re coming they’re coming” she shouted it so loud the whole place could hear it. Who’s coming, mother? I asked in a

When I hear wedding bells, I picture a couple madly in love and ready to tie the knot. Long and laced, white and frilly, a woman, a princess adorned in jewels and heirlooms all fitted to the to the perfect goddess she is, all while exuding nothing but beauty. By her side, her groom, her prince charming all primped and primed just as much as her. His beauty complimented hers, and together they certainly stole the show. That makes me smile. I’m a hopeless romantic, there’s just something about white dresses and tuxedos that make me squirm with excitement. I’m like a five-year-old upon entering a candy store, hyped on purely on the thought of how much sugar is at their fingertips, my mind scatters, hops from idea to idea, I add one to one and get ten, it’s like

I didn’t get anxious during the six months of planning my wedding, until the big day arrive. On October 1st, 2016. I was going to be marrying the love of my life, the man I will spend the rest of my life with. My morning started with me waking up at my mother’s house at 7am. I ate a light breakfast with my mom and then started preparing for the big event. I had made arrangements for my makeup/hair artist to be there at 9am. That’s when my anxiety started kicking in, it was 9:30 and she hadn’t arrive. The makeup/hair artist didn’t arrive till almost 10am. She not only had to do my make up and hair but also my mom’s and sister. We all had to be ready my 3pm. I took a deep breath and kept telling myself everything is going to be fine, hoping

"My stepmom will be cool with the wedding. Her son almost married my best girlfriend right out of high school, so she'll just be glad I'm not a teenager." And that it's not Finn getting married, but Kurt doesn't say that part out loud.