A funny thing happened on the way to the wedding
Nine months would seem to be enough time to plan a wedding, right? Wrong! While I know the nine months seems to be a pregnant number, that had nothing to do with it. The first weekend we saw my son and his fiancée after they had announced their engagement was the Christmas Holiday weekend and she came with a spreadsheet and an armful of bridal magazines. We know the crunch was on right then. My son had that deer-in-the-headlights look. My mother asked him, “well what did you think she would want... Sign in to see full entry.