My sister’s wedding was this weekend. She was beautiful- we all had fun, but I’d rather not gush. It was, however, punctuated with a few funny details. I want to share them with you:
-One of the groomsmen started off each morning with the breakfast of champions: Beer.
-We got a flat tire the night of the reception. Of course.
-My aunt hit my sister and her husband’s car with hers. My uncle’s response? “Welcome to the family.” Too true.
-I now know that nobody in my family can dance to a beat to save their life.
-My grandfather told me I was adopted, and I shouldn’t be left-handed. Odd, seeing as I’m neither adopted nor left-handed. Or at least I think I’m not…
All in all, this weekend simply proved to me that my family is seriously the best.
