My wedding took ten minutes and we paid the preacher a $100 bonus.
He wore his good black clothes and I wore frilly dress I already had.
We only did *that* so my gramma could see it.
I just wanted to pop into the courthouse.
18 years and counting.
I hate weddings and I’m not having a funeral.
We paid the preacher nothing!
He's my dad (Lol) and he's a pastor. Got married in his back yard.
Nineteen years and counting!
Sounds like my wedding. Only I wore sweatpants, it was cold at 7 AM up near Lake Tahoe at one of those marriage for $100 places. We had gotten engaged the night before, around midnight.