OK, I promise this is the last one. No. Really. This time, it is. I just can’t stop telling these wedding disaster stories, because you all keep springing them on me. And they’re just too funny.
I mean funny later — not funny when they happened. Well, maybe sometimes when they happened. But it was like when my daughter Curly Girl was small and threw up on the floor of a McDonald’s restaurant (sorry to whoever had to clean it up) until vomit came out of her nose. She cried hysterically and I kept promising her, “Really, someday you’ll laugh at this.” She didn’t believe me. But, guess what?
Occasionally, she’ll say, “Hey, Mom, there’s that McDonald's where throw-up came out of my nose,” and, yes, we’ll laugh.
