I went to my niece's kitchen-themed bridal shower. For one game we were asked to write down a recipe for
I knew what that meant:
1 cup of laughter
2 handfuls of Friday Night Dates
5 cups of holding hands at church
17 TBLSP of never going to bed angry...
You get the idea.
And I just couldn't do it.
Something in me rebelled.
And my shoulder angel made me write down something scandalous.
Something that made the sweet young bride truly a blushing bride.
And her sister.
And her mom.
I swear, I would never do something like this.
But that devilish shoulder angel made me do it.
My good shoulder angel made me feel a little remorse after I had written it, but I couldn't take it back.
The bride's sister couldn't even read it aloud. She had to pass it on to her aunt, who read:
Recipe for a Lasting Romance:
Lots of Mad Hot Sex!
That should do it.
Any questions? Ask my shoulder angel.