Before the wedding, the kids were having a blast in Oklahoma. They were carefree and livin life to its fullest. They could not be bothered with such mundane details like baths and teeth brushing and putting on wedding attire.
No siree Bob. These mundane details did nothing but clutter the debonair attitudes of my lighthearted Twerps. They live in the moment, and this moment said nothing of the urgency of wedding plans. Nothing. Nada, Zilch. Zero.
So, they wore what I could find at the last minute. And they did not mind one bit. These clothes were so much easier to get down with their bad selves. I am not certain, but I am pretty sure Eldest Twerp was gettin her groove on to Boom I got your boyfriend, I got your man. She is so like her momma, cause I got down with myself my sophomore year of high school with this song. Our cheer squad even did a half time dance to it. Look, I am not proud of these facts - but I must declare it like it happened. Amen.Anyhoo, due to the fast paced dressing and wedding prep, I did not notice until Eldest Twerp was on the dance floor a little somtin...somtin...Anyone? Anyone? Bueler? Uhm, yeah....she forgot to take off her cut-off sweat pants. Oh Lordy-Be!
But her momma would never have such a travesty occur because she plans her attire well in advance. Especially for a wedding when nothing AVERAGE will do, but some SPECTACULAR is required. I spent days...weeks...months...finding that perfect outfit. Nothing too hoochie, but nothing too Puritan either. And when I found it, I just knew this would be the talk of the wedding. I know...you are still gasping about those sweat pants cut-offs. Honey, I know. I know. Atrocious. I have never in my born days. But at least her mother has style and class. Amen.