On Tuesday, I got a call from my neighbor Rhenda saying that this weekend there would be a wedding at my house. The reception would be in my backyard and the wedding itself on my front porch. Also, I wasn't able to open my front door between the hours of 4:30 to 6:30. OK. Well, the rehearsal took forever, the setup was noisy, and the blessed event took way longer then promised. And of course, the place hasn't even begun to be cleaned up. So what did I do during the wedding? Well, I was tempted to open and close my door repeatedly, but I didn't. Instead I went out with this new guy who I am crushing after, and while we had a great time, all I can think of is, are we dating? And if so, why am I the last to know about just about everything?
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It's bad enough to have to sit through a wedding, it's even worse when it is literally on your doorstep. Ugh.
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