Since it is day twelve, I have the opportunity to ramble about one of those subject I could go on forever about, that really don't mean anything. I have had several people tell me they can never spell the word twelve right, because it isn't spelled like is sounds. I have found though, that twelve is one of the few words I can spell right, and I usually end up pronouncing it out to remember how to spell it, and the spelling is "rule" consistent. If I had to make up how to spell all the words in the English language, twelve probably would have ended up twelv, but the fact that words in the English language don't end in the letter v, is one of the more consistent rules of spelling (the only exception I have found are long words that no one uses unless they are medical doctors,) I would have put an e at the end.
Okay, that should have made you log off, and go do better things with you life. No? Drat I thought that for sure would work. That usually works in real life. Well, in case you are wondering, the above paragraph was a ploy to make you go away. Personally, I have not really thought about my wedding that much. There are a couple details here and there that I have planed, like the colors I want used, how I want my dress to look, and what will be thrown at me instead of rice, (butterflies, butterfly confetti, or bubbles,) but other than that I have no clue what my wedding will be like.
There is one song though, that I loved when I was a little kid and that I might want played during the father-daughter dance, if there is going to be dancing. It is Butterfly Kisses by Bob Carlisle.
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