It Smells Minty

A big part of my wedding plan strategy has been "simplicity." As Thoreau-like as possible, within modern reason and accommodating my wish to have FUN (it's always good to capitalize FUN for extra emphasis). But, you know, no ice sculptures or mini brides 'n grooms (hello, creepy), or string quartets, or a full camera crew. No stretched Hummer limos, or wreaths of exotic flowers. Black tie is not encouraged and there is definitely not a professional wedding planner.

HOWEVER (more emphasis)

Because of Mother Dearest (who is wonderfully wonderful and wondrous and sometimes just causes wonder) and her desire for us to have a bookish theme (everyone dress up like your favorite author! - just kidding), all guests will receive:

THE PROGRAM BOOKLET TO END ALL PROGRAM BOOKLETS

Or rather

Jon and Jenny's Super-Awesome-Wedding-Fest-A-Palooza: The Novel

Mother has even learned book binding techniques (an elementary school teacher can retire from teaching but not from being a teacher) in order to make The Novel more bookish.

And of all the myriad materials one could use to bind a book, what does Mother like best?

Dental floss. "It's thicker than plain thread. And it smells minty!"

Summoning up my inner Bridezilla, I refused the dental floss and asked her if she couldn't use gold or silver thread instead.

And Mother, being the most wonderful of mothers, agreed.

The End.