A Free Bottle of Whiskey Cost My Husband Thousands of Dollars
The hidden costs of being in a wedding are outrageous
It started innocently enough: a small, mysterious box found nestled in the rocking chair on our front porch. Upon inspection and much to my devastation, the box wasn’t addressed to me but to my husband. I breathed down his neck as I awaited the opening of the mystery gift, ready to pounce if it was something worth calling dibs on.
Please be chocolate or diamonds or stacks of hundred-dollar bills. I’ve been so good this week.
Ok, I’ve been good enough.
Fine. I’ve been somewhat tolerable.
A sigh of frustration escaped me as my husband pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniel’s and a flask.
Booorrrriiiinnnggg, I called in my best foghorn impression before grabbing my daughter’s last Bagel Bite off her Minnie Mouse plate.
“Who’s the booze from?” I yelled over my daughter’s protest as I devoured her pizza-on-a-bagel snack.
“Scott. He wants me to be in his wedding,” my husband replied, admiring his new flask with the word groomsman etched on the front. A bit presumptuous in my opinion.
