While I am hardly one to mock the hand that feeds me, I must admit a rather deep fondness for Wedinator – the witty website of wild wedding wackiness.
Entries run from the absurd, gross, and poorly spelled:
What happens when the hair on his back grows back?
to the techno-courante:
I hope the tweeters are aware enough of their surroundings not to fall in the pool.
to the deeply cautionary:
Note to self: Watch out for lurking chickens.
But I think my favorite of late is an invitation which will appeal to a certain beloved segment of my wedding clientele:
Destroy that sanctity gals!Â And best of luck to you both.