They're married. My daughter hates The Mister. Sweet, huh?
The ceremony was beautiful.
I got to spend some time with my grandchildren.
The reception was eventful.
The Boy tried to hit on all the married women, got in trouble, had a major meltdown. The Boy hates The Mister, too.
I was embarrassed, sorry, sad. My oldest brother and his wife left without saying goodbye.
I'm glad it's all over.
We'll be home tomorrow...I'm hoping to be sucked into a sinkhole before then.
I won't be attending the next wedding, neither will The Boy.
I'm so done.