I guess I should explain some of the insanity that ensued above. *deep breath, here i go, in poem form*
Got to old red.
Missed traffic, I sped.
Gave Beth the book
but here’s the hook –
an unread story by James.
Couldn’t read it at all
handed it to friend, so tall.
Dress took some tying,
it took a while, I’m not lying.
Then off to pictures
finding all of the kids was the kicker.
Bridal party frisky.
Ceremony time now.
Hide the bride it’s risky.
Nervous uncle,
nervous bride
Skip some things.
O my gosh, where’s the ride?
O! And I got a gnome
to conclude this poem.