This is to all you gettin' married or married or "in love" folks
You make me sick. Go be miserable like the rest of us. That is all.
Seriously, I'm hoping all goes well for the next two brides. Sounds like the last three brides had no problems and lived to tell about the day.
I have no one to love me. Boo hoo, poor me. No man to wring his hands at the end of a hospital bed, no one to take booty pictures of, no one to fill up MY wal mart tool box; just me. Oh, and a Siamese named Sophie.
I'm too old for that crap. Y'all just go be happy and leave us ol crotchety girls in the corner to sulk.