“No. No, you can’t… STOP. Please don’t go away. Please? No one’s ever stuck with me for so long before. And if you leave… if you leave… I just, I remember things better with you. I do, look. P. Sherman, forty-two… forty-two… I remember it, I do. It’s there, I know it is, because when I look at you, I can feel it. And-and I look at you, and I… and I’m home. Please… I don’t want that to go away. I don’t want to forget.” –Finding Nemo
What is it about weddings that make people (women) crazy? Is it the stress and pressures of seating arrangements and music selections?or making sure everything is perfect with the dress? I’m sure for a bride those things can make one crazy, but what is it that drives guests or bridesmaids over the deep end? For a woman who is married or in a relationship weddings of others are no sweat, but what about the single lady? For some, weddings are a reminder of the ever ticking biological clock. (Listen closely,can you hear the ticking?) It’s not so much the idea of a wedding as much as it the idea of spending the rest of your life with someone. The idea that GOD took the time to create someone especially for you is a grand notion. Who doesn’t want something so great? Could it be that not all women want to be brides? Is it possible that not every woman is marriage material? Why does the sound of wedding bells sometimes sound like the blues?