re: #109 Kragar (Proud to be Kafir)

Don’t look at me. We got married at the Justice of the Peace in Onslow county, where the witnesses were the sheriff who just finished feeding the prisoners and the guy behind us in line who was there to pay off a parking ticket.

Then we went to Golden Corral.

Golden Corral? You couldn’t even spring for Olive Garden?

(My aunt asked for a half day off. When she explained why, they offered her a whole day, but she shrugged it off. A half day was all that was necessary.

My cousin managed to have a diva wedding that stressed out not only the bride’s family and the groom’s family, but on out to extended family members. Then the bride spent half the time in the bathroom in a snit about something.)