In general, I sleep soundly through the night- except for when I am (according to Mr. Shortcale) singing, talking backwards, or acting out dramatic scenes. I have been fortunate enough to sleep uninterrupted by any nocturnal visitations of the nuptial-nymph. My other half, however, wakes up quite regularly and tells me in fevered tones of his rendezvous with HER...
For example, last night I failed to show up for our ceremony, which, naturally, was being held in the Rose Garden at our university, UBC, leaving one Shortcake very anxious and concerned that he had been ditched because....he had
"gone swimming in the pool for too long"?
Swimming + groom = broken engagement.
Some bit of logic is missing there, but then again, that was a dream.
For one unlucky bride, however, her big-day dreams quickly became worse than the sprinklings of that tutu-clad tormentress...
(DISCLAIMER: For those of you who are having dresses made by a seamstress, follow the link and suffer nightmares at your own risk)
For Kerry,
seamstress + dress pattern (did not) = dream bridesmaid dresses
but instead, something VERY different...
*dum, dum, dummmmmm*
(the idea behind the bridesmaid dresses)
Read this tale of disaster, despair, and ultimate triumph at: http://www.etiquettehell.com/content/eh_wedding/humor/etitanic.shtml
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