But here are a few terms I am fine with reading:
-vagina
-pussy
-c word (guess I am more of a perv than RomanceMan haha)
-slit
-mound
-mons (I’d never call it that, but if someone else does, that’s fine)

Then we pull up at church. The door to the limo opens and the first thing said to me is, “Don’t worry.” Now, what would you think if someone said that to you? My husband-to-be had forgotten my ring. (I debated up until the day before whether I should bring it myself, but I didn’t want to micro-manage him. Yeah, that flew out the door early in the marriage.) My future father-in-law broke all speed limits, got the ring, and I was only 5 minutes late walking down the aisle. But I had desperately wanted to be on time because lateness irritates me. Again, I should have known then that my husband’s lateness would trump my punctuality.

My mother, my future mother-in-law, and myself worked long and hard over the seating charts. Large, large families. Sit down dinner for over two hundred. Fifteen years ago I didn’t have a fax machine so my MiL took the chart to fax to the reception hall. She faxed the wrong chart. So she and my mother got to the reception hall and proceeded to race around and rearrange cards. Again, I was going to hand deliver it but I didn’t.

Moral of this story? Stay calm and do everything yourself.

Gina, I loved RoE! Worth it for the Hawaiian wedding scene alone!