It's been fourteen years of martial blasted, I mean Marital Bliss. Join me at An Army of Ermas for a Southern summer wedding where the accessory of the day is sweat, and reminisce with me as I relive the day the Captain took me as first mate--provided I cook biscuits and don't touch the guitar.
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Haha...this makes me think of the movie Wedding Crashers where the girl promises to be "his starboard, and his port." Heehee. Happy anniversary!
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