The best wedding you ever went to? The one after your own. Nothing to plan, nothing to go wrong, nothing to worry over…. just put up your feet and relax. The worst experience – the band canceled on the bride right before the reception. They got a better offer – to play at the Waldorf! Well, ok!
The same can be said for the hoards that descend upon us when you have a summer house at the beach. Then… you cook, clean, pick up, clean up, launder, shop, cook, repeat…. til … suddenly they are gone! Ah! Ha ha. We miss them one and all. But the solitude? Priceless!
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