bein's we:

That's how the preacher begun the sentence that presented Saturday's bride and groom to the congregation. Bein's we. And let's not forget the "well..." with an uncomfortable pause 'for their first kiss. Ugh. If I perish eternal, it were because of my impatience with grammatical challenged tongues. Specially what I comed from a long line of similar folks. [That, and making fun of vision campaigns...]

And then there was that loud snicker from the groom's grandpa when he began saying his vows. After the groomsmen prematurely entered before the mom's were seated. Because they couldn't be seated until grandma #one actually decided to process down the aisle instead of standing there while we started the song all over again. And after they decided to send the flowers girls first instead of last without telling us of the change, completely negating the music cue we had arranged for the bride the night before. Much fun.

Believe it or not they got 'r done and it was a very pretty wedding. But seriously...we are going to make Dooley seem like a kitten at Shawna's rehearsal...bein's I'm anal and all.