Had one of those sweet 'family' moments in the last-hour-or-so where my brother rang me to say he'd asked he girlfriend to marry him.
Awww, bless.
Granted many of us thought it inevitable - considering they're well rather matched and have been 'going steady' for some time now. Still... A surprise. And a wonderful one at that.
Which reminds me that I have a cousins' wedding to attend in August, and some of girlfriends' close friends are getting married in June/July if my memory serves me right.
So I better brush the dust off my suit and sling it in the direction of the dry cleaners. Note to self.
Some say I scrub up alright, but more often that not I'm the one sat at the back of these 'do's fiddling with my tie and looking awkward.
Which is why, god-forbid should any lass be insane enough to want to do the big-M with me, I'd much prefer to have a small intimate ceremony, rather than a big expensive one.
The story of my life - I'm uncomfortable being the centre of attention and having parties in my honour; I much prefer being a guest.
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Oh I'm the same - I can't think of anything worse than getting married, having all the attention on me. It makes me cringe just thinkin of it! Congrats to your bro x
Poor Jason is gonna have to settle for an intimate do then Girl? Lol
When I get married (read: when I find a bloke that isn't a prat) I just want a small family thing in my home village with the reception at the local pub, something like that. Can't really understand people that spend thpusands & thousands on a wedding & then have nothing to buy a house with or end up paying it off for ages afterwards.
Sweet news though, congragulations :o)
Congratizzo to yo brotha, ma nizzle. And to the lucky bizzatch too. Fo sho.
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