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Tuesday, November 28, 2006

ode to the flower girl

over the weekend, having found true love, jennifer's brother (jeff) swapped vows and spit and ran headlong into marital bliss. the bride was quite fetching, the groom dashing, and we hope they live happily ever after. yadda, yadda, yadda..

the BIG news of the day was the flower girl. not in the turbulent history of flower girls has there been a more fitting lass to wield the flowery basket. she was absolutely resplendent in her black and burgundy dress. her hair flawlessly dooed-up for the occasion and her antique faux diamonds sparkled like a fat man's eyes at an all-you-can-eat buffet. her concentration was phenomenal; right foot together, left foot together, right foot together.. and her pedal placement impeccable. never before have plastic rose pedals looked so natural on a scape of tissue walkway. yes, tears were shed. i was proud. we all watched in awe as she glided down the aisle like an artist on canvas.

it was a beautiful day and thankfully, this will be the biggest role sarah will play in a wedding for a long, long time. she and i have a gentlemen's agreement that there will be no boy talk for at least 25 more yrs. we have agreed that boys are stupid, they stink, and for the most part, utterly worthless. much better to stay home and practice the ancient art of making french toast (with dad) or stomping the soup out of the Annoying Trio (brothers) with her tag team partner (dad again).we have way too much to do without throwing stupid boys into the mix..
ok. realistically, i know, one misbegotten day some poor sap will inevitably find the nerve to cast his shadow upon our door with a notion of romance. some clammy-handed cad with pimples and poetry trying to finagle some time with my little girl. and who knows, in a quarter century or so, maybe we will invite him inside...(or maybe we'll just bodyslam him).

3 Comments:

Blogger Christel said...

Unless, of course, the clammy- handed "cad" offers Sarah's dad electronic equipment. (Wasn't that all Shae had to do to win your blessing to marry Sissy?)

11/29/2006 7:42 AM  
Blogger Shae and Sissy said...

I don't know about Lance's requirement for my hand in marriage, but I do know that Dad got several horses out of the arrangement and of course a few sheep to pacify Mom...

11/30/2006 2:11 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i have but one thing to say in reference to this harmonious summation... petals would have made more sense to toss upon the aisle. Instead of pedals. But who am i?? haha

2/25/2007 7:06 PM  

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