There’s only one woman I know who can pull off crutches at her own engagement party.
Now that I’ve met all 700 of her relatives, including the adorable flower girl who was not pleased when I jokingly said our dresses would match, all I’ve got left is a few months of practice for the “Name that Rice Family Member” competition I’m putting together for The Big Day.
SP (#2), if I wasn’t obsessed with your lovely face so frickin much, I’d slap you, you precious little pumpkin head.
P.S. No more tree climbing while your fiance is on the phone, mmkay?
Sincerely,
Sally B.
