Last fall after my daughter got engaged I started having crazy dreams about her wedding: the pews faced the wrong way, or the bride and groom got pushed out of the church in a giant perambulator, or the bride wore a blue dirndl skirt and carried a bouquet made of orange pipe-cleaners.
Well, only one of those dreams came true. At the wedding the bride carried white roses, but at the rehearsal her bouquet was considerably more colorful.
I am pleased to report, however, that no perambulators were involved, and the pews faced forward just as pews ought to do.
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