Brown Stilletos and Psychotic Groomsmen

Okay, so my cousin's wedding got a little crazy. One of the groomsmen was being a nasty jerk and refused to take pictures. He was definitely hungover from the night before and was ticked off that the groom refused to stay and see the stripper that he and the best man had hired (yes...stripper...that is a whole other story...). So, when he refused to take pictures, my cousin, the bride, burst into tears! This, of course, set me off. I proceeded to march my 5'3", 120 lb self up the 6'6", 300 lb groomsman and tell him to get in there and take pictures. He refused and continued to act like a jerk. When I told him that the bride was crying, he said, "I don't care". That, my friends, was the wrong answer. I saw red. My fists turned into claws and I pounced on him and beat him with my adorable brown, peep-toe pumps! Well, not really. That's what I wanted to do. I simply called him a jerk and returned to take pictures. He ended up not being in the wedding (*insert "Hallelujah Chorus" here*) and an usher took his place, so all was well and good. My cousin looked like a princess with her pin-tucked, ballgown- style dress. However, my son, who was the miniature groom, stole the show by refusing to walk down the aisle without his pirate pistol. So, it looked as though he was holding the miniature bride as hostage as they strolled down the aisle. I thought the guests were going fall out of the pews from laughter. All in all, it was a great day and I wish my beautiful cousin and her new husband a lifetime of happiness!