Nan wasn’t too proud of my choice not to marry in church. She said she’ll come next time. What next time? Send her an invite when I actually get married a second time to the same man but in a church. Oooookay! Sure. Who’s sponsoring?
What? What the f@&k you talkin’ ’bout, Willis? Traditions of course, and what conclusions we came to when el husbando and I got hitched like mad lovers.
This morning I’m butting in over there chez Family Life Central, maison d’Emma, one WA-based blogger you should get to know. She is unknowingly mentoring me in how to raise a boy. Go on, click it, you know you want to see what I told her readers.
