Tuesday, George comes home from a long day at work. He walks into our glorified hotel room that we call home and knows something is up.
He looks right at me and says, “Oh, god! What’s wrong?
“Um….how do you feel about having a bagpiper at the wedding?”
“What???”
“You have three options: during the ceremony, cocktail hour, or reception? Decide now. The wedding planner needs an answer.”
He lowers his head and walks back out the door.
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