Ninety-eight days until the big day and almost nothing is done. I'd be worried except that my husband (the sainted Father of the Bride) helped me put everything in perspective: marriage is a sacrament, everything else is props.
So when the flowers don't arrive, the candles catch Annelee's dress on fire, the sprinklers turn on, soaking everyone through, and we all retreat to the reception hall with wet, squishy shoes to discover that our food is cold, remember: props, they're all props.
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The wedding website of Annelee Boyle and Craig Eakes, two lovely young people who made the mistake of trusting me, the dreaded Mother of the Bride, to plan their wedding and serve as their webmaster.
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