Don't F*** it Up!

So after the cake cutting, the evening progressed to the toasts. My dad started the toasts. Welcoming everyone, teasing Brian a bit. And then he went on, as he does, for awhile. He told some embarrassing stories about my childhood...Stacy and the lipstick, me believing in Santa until I was like 15, and then he went on to Ducky...

And that man found me a new one! I couldn't believe it. They don't make them anymore and haven't for awhile! But just like him finding me an-impossible-to-get furby back in 5th grade, he found a brand new Ducky Doo.

In comparison to my 25 year old Duck, this one looks like a whole different plush toy! Mine has no hair, as I cut it off at some point, and is covered in stitches...he's like a Duckenstein at this point!

But he wrapped up his toast and again thanked everyone for coming. Then he made a mistake. He handed the mike over...

To Jill. And a drunk Jill at that!

There's a lot of things people will forget about my wedding. What my dress looked like, how the cake tasted, etc. But no one, and I mean no one, will forget Jill's toast. She started out ok, but ended with telling Brian: "Don't F*** it up!"

Luckily, most people there thought it was hilarious especially if you know her but I took the mike from her anyway and basically told her to sit her drunk ass down.

But instead of being embarrassed or angry.... I had T-Shirts made and put them in our Chinese Christmas!!