First, Uncle Larry makes a toast. So we drink. Then Cousin Harold makes a toast. And we drink. Then Aunt Edna, then Grandpa Ignatz, then idiot brother Norman… Now I feel like I got a ten-ton weight on my head, and I can’t lift it!
Sandra Y. says: “I thought I’d send you a picture of my chihuahua mix after a long day of my wedding festivities. She was so tired that she didn’t even care about the petal on her head (and she can’t stand anything touching her head).”