I didn’t wear a necklace today, and that was a big mistake. See, when I read that internet friend Marjorie’s mother-in-law wore white to Marjorie’s wedding I had to stop what I was doing, drive home, go through my accessories cupboard, pull out the red beat up Valentino shoe box waaaay in the back of the second shelf where I keep all my pearls, put them all on with abandon and then proceed to clutch them for dear life while exclaiming “Why AH NEVUH!” over and over again until my dog started giving me Concerned Looks.
Okay, that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but I WAS scandalized.
Things happen at a wedding. I get that. I went to a backyard wedding last weekend which was positively lovely except for the unfortunate poor girl –I’d wager she was 10 or so– who, during the moment of silence before the ceremony began, accidentally released the loudest, most acoustically impressive bit of bodily wind to ever singe an eyebrow. Blessherheart.
It was merely the grace of God, a well-placed hankie and an enormous Peter Bettley hat that protected me from being dead busted, as tears ran down my face from trying to stifle the laughs. Yet another reason to wear gargantuan chapeaux.
So today Miss Plumcake wants to know:
What’s the funniest/most horrifying thing you have ever personally seen or experienced at a wedding?