I am marrying (my husband) Bob. It is time to throw my bouquet. I throw
it as hard as I can. Someone says, 'Your sister caught it and it went right
through her open window.' I am half lucid and reply, 'That means that she
will marry next and she will marry a rich man since the window symbol can
be broken down to 'win-dough.'
Now it is the reception. A huge room with card tables set up, refreshments
served and people I know sitting at each table (including) Linda.
Jill Gregory, 10/28/89 |