I don't think there's anyone in the whole world I'd want to to marry 4 times. Damn.
If I ever got married, I would not elope, because I have gone to too many other weddings. Plus, I would want the fancy dress and underwear. And towels. I want showers, and towels. No strippers. Just fluffy, matching towels.
I really don't want a husband. Just the dress, party....and towels.
I am now picturing Erin's monogrammed towels "Hers" and "Also Hers" and "There is only Her" and "Who the Fuck do you think this belongs to?"
I am picturing strippers bringing towels to Erin: "Here you go, ma'am. I can take my clothes off if you like."
And then Erin says, "No, that's OK. Go get some more towels."
I always wanted a small, intimate wedding and a big, raging party on a whole different day to celebrate. I had a gorgeous Vera Wang wedding dress picked out many years ago (for someone to copy as I knew even then that I wasn't about to spend that kind of money on a dress I'd wear once). Funny how life turns out. Not that I'm upset - I'm happily MarriedButNot. It would have been nice to have some sort of celebration, though. Maybe a few of them towels Erin mentioned...
Kristin, my stepsister did the twilight-wedding-on-a-Hawaiian-beach thing for her second wedding, and according to her and her hub, it was perfect for them.
On further reflection, Erin will clearly need slightly-less fluffy towels for her adorers, worshippers and hopeful cabana boys.
Last load of the day in my dryer. I have lots more laundry, but no more will to get it clean.
If I ever got married, I would not elope, because I have gone to too many other weddings.
Oddly, this was also the reason I eloped.
I never thought about monograms, but at least now y'all know what I want on my towels if I ever would get married.
(He can use all the old towels.)
Despite the fact that my marriage ended after six years, I will never regret the wedding. It was perfect. Not huge (about 115 people I think), but personal and loving and filled with people I adored. [...] The entire experience was magical.
Yes, exactly this. Although the marriage is over, I still have the most amazing memories of the wedding itself. Everything about the day was perfect.
Well, except that I dumped a big plate of cavatelli with red sauce down the front of my dress. But even that seemed kind of funny at the time.
This is exactly the reason I would not have a white dress. Or cream, ivory, bisque, or any permutation of white. I can't even wear light colored pastels without dropping something dark or greasy on them.