I concur. Never live together, never see each other. Wedded bliss!

Me, too. I was moaning today because my BF won't be my human shield for the holidays. I am literally throwing myself to the wolves driving home and seeing my family without my normal sister-buffer. My sister is usually considered the "perfect" woman and I am everything that is NOT perfect - I'm loud, outspoken,…

I came looking for some talk about that headpiece. Did you note the caption? The bride's sister made headpieces for everyone!

That was the most wonderful sequence of songs EVER.

"Right up until the divorce, after I find out he's banging my barely legal cousin. Ahh, magik."

She probably fancies herself quite the designer.

"Nothin' like a nice piece of ass!"

I don't know... I'm inordinately grateful I am not them. I mean, I adore Kraft Dinner and my ex-stray cat and Supernatural and my 8-year-old Honda Fit. These things are all easy to find, obtain and keep without angst. I am pleased with my life choices.

Right? I just...I read the whole thing and I thought, "Wow, these people exist! They're out there! They are putting this piece out into the world without any apparent trace of irony." And then I sat for awhile by myself in the dark and tried not to weep hot salty tears because cartoon birds will never braid my hair…

“Our lives will be our honeymoon."

Creatures from the stars? Hoo boy. Wait until she finds out her star stallion can't see dust and has an intractable throat-clearing habit.I love their wedding night thing. I believe that the wedding night should be as awkward for your mutual parents to consider or talk about as you can manage. Personally I was going…

Those are definitely birds in her hair, but heavens, they can't be plastic. They're made of the finest unicorn horns, carved by the hands of small blind children (who obviously have the gift of mental sight) during a lunar eclipse while Serbian Gypsies played every great-yet-unknown piece of music simultaneously on…

An armadillo cake and Dolly Parton are the two things I've always wanted for my wedding.

"timid and mystical, Ophelia-like in her black boots, but I knew her shyness concealed something quite formidable”

See, now if it had been in the shape of an armadillo, I might be forced to like them a teensy tinsey bit.

I see someone didn't go to the European School of Luxembourg in 1993.

FAIRY TALE LIFE RIGHT HERE. Lookit their wee faces! Sooooo cute!

Pfft. She can keep all that. I'd rather be right here in Alaska, hiking and skiing with my girls.

I think it's kinda weird to ascribe that quality to someone, honestly. How mystical is she going to be when she farts in front of you for the first time? Or forgets to load the dishwasher?