Apparently the Salmon didn't get refrigerated last night.
No one is quite sure who's fault it is. But one of the caterers
left for a cigarette break and hasn't returned.
But about the Salmon, they think they can "revive" it.
They say its a long process.
And they're wondering,
Could we postpone the wedding a few hours?
9:45am-- the mother of the bride.
The ring bearer found mom in hysterics in the basement.
She thinks she looks like an upside-down ice cream cone in her dress.
The top is too tight, squeezing her breasts and stomach down
causing everything to plummet out around her knees.
Dad keeps telling her she looks lovely, while grandmother is giving her lessons on how to appear thin by continually walking sideways.
Dad's always had a thing for dairy products.
10:07am-- the veil.
One of the cousins had a case of bed bugs last week.
Aunt Christine assured us they were all gone
and showed us how Millie wasn't scratching anymore.
While Aunt Christine was busy seizing Millie's roaming fingers,
the maid-of-honor appeared with the veil--which now had bed bugs the size of ladybugs nestled into the tulle.
Later, one of the cousins tattled on Millie.
Apparently, she had spent the night cuddling a 104 dollar veil instead of Pamela Pickles.
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