Literati!
Today my baby is getting married to a local boy from the land of the double entundra! I can hardly protest, as she met him in one of my writing groups. Tesse Sully becomes Tesse Cramer at 4:30 this afternoon. Tesse–pronounced like Hesse, marrying Jesse, pronounced like Jesse James.
So I have been dragging behind in all the postings. I am therefore extending the deadline from November 5th to November 10th.
Mistletoe!–oops! I mean Moseltov! I mean probst!
Moscow-tov to the bride, groom and proud families of such a rejoicing life event. I wish the soon to be newly weds every happiness and blessing.
Wishing all the best to the lucky couple. Lovely to see that couples still do marry and carry the torch of one of the greatest endearments humans have created for themselves. As I sit and write this it is 3:43 PST. I imagine the mountains east of Pullman are trembling with jitters–nice, very nice.
Mazel to you all!!!
Congrats. I hear you’re next. May want to board that last train to Clarksville.
No. Not next. I would not want to marry any woman who would have me. I have my standards.
It is nice to know that there are still un-groom-ed men with un-bride-led passions.
This is about the best pun I’ve ever heard, Parisianne. You go, girl!
So enchanting, and only makes this town cozier for you! Love the “train” pun re the wedding dress.