This is definitely not my wedding. I definitely would not have had THAT as a choice of entrée. Those fries look good though. He loved fries…loves, I’m sure he still loves fries. He wanted a french fry volcano. I said no. I shouldn’t have said no. Actually, I shouldn’t have said yes in the first place. But still, now he’s found another one. I’m sure he’s happy. He was always so good at being happy. That is, of course, when we weren’t fighting. My God those fights were tremendous, always escalating to a point of just pure screaming.
I love the way the lights are always perfectly dimmed at a wedding. He always looked so good in a suit. I love a man in a suit. And the bride. She has to be beautiful. He had to have upgraded. Lord knows I wasn’t what he deserved. We had good times though. We really clicked all through most of our relationship. It just fell through at the end. I miss his humor. Is that chocolate lava cake? I’d kill for some chocolate lava cake. Wait…the wedding cake. Oh its breathtaking. His kiss used to take my breath away. I like this girl’s taste in desserts. Ugh, I would like his bride. I bet she’s incredible. Okay Jodi enough is enough; it’s time to move on. It’s getting late and I left Matt home with the baby.
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