15 bonus points to people who know a) what book this post's title is a chapter title from, b) who wrote it, c) the chapter number, 4) can give a synopsis of the chapter.
* cough * Having gotten that out of the way, let us attend to more important matters. This past weekend was a big one for weddings. Pooh was the matron of honor at her very dear friend S.'s (whom I refer to as Auntie S. even though she's not my auntie) wedding.
 |
| The lovely bride and groom (yeah, I know, it's a bad picture, but it's bloggable) |
 | |
|
| Pooh and the bride |
The girls were also sitting my dear pal Hunter, the dog of another bride. Sadly, he did not get to participate in the traditional role of the dog of the bride for non- Orthodox weddings. The traditional role of the dog of the bride is, for those of you not steeped in wedding etiquette, to eat the Unity Milkbones. Poor Huntie. :-(
Congratulations to all the newly weds! God grant you many years!
Lots of love to all!
Rosie! <3
1 comment:
I thought it was the dog of honor who ate the unity milkbones?
Post a Comment