I made my daughter a promise at lunch today.
I vowed that on or around her wedding day, I would be displaying this picture:
She laughed and suggested that I would never remember. I promised her that I would. I then tapped my head and told Mar that my mind was like a steel trap (Ha! A rusted, old steel trap used to pick up poop.)
Then she tried the old "I point my blue crayon at her" fear tactic:
I'm not threatened by her stick o' wax.
I will remember that picture AND I will have it blown up huge and carry it with me from rehearsal dinner to the ceremony to the reception.
Or I'll forget about it just like the little puke said ... it's like she knows me or something.