A Wedding. And None of You Were Invited.
The Wacky Nekkid Mini-Neighbor was over this afternoon. The treats (chocolate rice krispy bars, Annie’s cheddar crackers, Annie’s graham bunnies, raspberry juice) were good, so she stayed.
Then she and Wacky Boy got married.
The bride was splendiferous in an Iowa City City High High School red, black and white cheerleader’s dress. The groom was quite dashing in a pair of froggy swim trunks. He wore flip-flops; the bride was barefoot. The ceremony was held in the backyard of the bridegroom’s parents. No ice sculpture, but there was a water feature (the wading pool).
Wacky Boy’s sister officiated. She wore an orange cotton summer dress with a certain flair.
“OK, here are your rings.” She handed them both a mood ring.
“Now, you walk down here,” she directed. “Now you stand here. Now you are pronounced husband and wife.”
The newlyweds began to giggle.
“Now… hold hands!” They held hands. They smiled for the non-existent cameras. I clapped.
Then, this being 2007, and being a practical girl, the Mini-Neighbor made a request.
“I want to be married to someone else.”
“OK,” Wacky Girl says. “You have to not like each other first, then you get divorced.”
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They exchanged mood rings!! That is tooo perfect. I want to switch my simple gold band for a mood ring today.
Thanks for sharing this June wedding.
June 27th, 2007 | #
This is the best wedding story ever.
If I had just know to exchange mood rings with my first husband…..it might have given me a clue….. ;-)
June 28th, 2007 | #