Daisy, what a lovely picture. You do look like you're all having a great time. You are especially glowy.
::Ignoring all the disturbing whitefont::
eta: Tommyrot, the answer to your question is: fewer tears and recriminations for a cat wedding, more deep scratches.
lisah, did she name them?
My brother names his lab mice. He even lets his son play with them. I don't think I could do that, given he ultimately harvests their brains.
So they're going to add their own commentary to it? Like, "We think he did it"?
Maybe they will re-title it "How he did it".
I'm glad I didn't elope. Can't believe it was 10 years ago.
lisah, did she name them?
I can't remember! I wouldn't be surprised though.
My goodness, katefate and Callaluna! It is like old home week-- Hello to you both.
I think it would be sort of difficult to get the cats to walk down the aisle.
Is that cilantro I see in the background?
What kind of car is that?
Ultimately, I don't wish I'd eloped, but I do wish I'd had more of a bachelorette party.
I got married during one of those lulls in meatspace friendships (social anxiety issues and being raised by wolves have pretty much always meant I don't have many close friends offline), where people were either too far away physically, or not close enough emotionally, and my bachelorette "party" wound up being me and a friend going out to dinner and I paid for my own meal. Then I went home and worked on the little handout things for the ceremony and felt sort of cranky and sad and lame.
But even though I'd advise everyone to elope, the wedding itself was beautiful.