My 7 yr old and I were watching BBC's Sherlock and the dead bodies weren't a problem (although they probably should have been), the naked chick however (basically a nudist) convinced me to shut it down.
"Oh man," as I closed the tablet "well sorry you had to see that bud. Honestly I'm not sure why she's naked."
He stared off quietly thinking. After a pause, "maybe that's her style"...
Ladies and gentlemen, my child.
“Do you promise to have and to hold, in good times and in bad?” There is not a single dry eye in the audience. Including my brother, the groom. We’re outside on what couldn’t have been a more perfect day on the cliff where a luxury hotel sits. The wedding is small and simple but nonetheless a beautiful one. Like the bride. It doesn’t take much to make her stunning and stunning she is. As she walks down the grassy aisle, my brother lays eyes on her and does something I’ve never seen him do. He’s crying. Not hard, but enough that I relish in the moment of probably the only time I’ll ever see my big bro’s ugly cry face. I’m crying too, like a baby. I saw her earlier in her hotel room to get the rings for my son, the ring bearer. I’m instantly turning my head. Laying eyes on her meant ruining my makeup too early. She gestures with her hand to stop like it’s seriously no big deal she’s radiant. Then gets right to business. “Okay did your brother tell you the concession order?” I sh...
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