A wedding at Ft. Simcoe. Fab-u-lous dahling, fab-u-lous.
First, the rehearsal dinner (the fastest on record, due to the swarming of yellow jackets).
The happy, planning couple with the minister, dear ole' dad.
No idea what he's saying, or why he's pointing at me.
Giving her away...
I can't take this anymore!
Rehearsing. More rehearsing.
Still rehearsing.
Are we done yet?
Done yet?
Done!
Next, the big day.
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