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April 29, 2004-9:04 a.m. It's the big day and it's raining. I'm really having to be vigilant with myself to keep from bursting out that Alanis Morrisette song about the rain on your wedding day. And, gosh, I hope I don't end up with a black fly in my chardonnay! Here's my nephew offering an alternative to traditional bouquet handling.
**Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
