Your marriage-in-ice sounds a lot like mine, and I consider mine to be very happy.
It scares me that in this day and age brides-to-be still have such overblown and unrealistic expectations of marital bliss. That can't end well, you know?

She expects you to make an UNGRAMMATICAL ice sculpture? How the hell are you going to pull THAT off?

Hilarious!

Will we ever hear the outcome of that extra 100 person party?

Yeah like the time my cousin gave a toast to my sister and her husband at their wedding...(insert icky purple prose here) It sounded like a Rebecca Brandewyne novel.

Replace that with cheap red wine and Enterprise and you've nailed me and my legal beau. Indeed. (Ice sculptures and tiaras are. the. worst.)

Got to admit that the description is definitely nauseous but didn't we all have stars in our eyes at our weddings? a few, maybe?

Do you ever wonder why people put more time/effort/focus into the WEDDING than the actual MARRIAGE? This girl is in for a real (perhaps rude) awakening.

I didn't have stars in my eyes at my wedding... well, maybe a few put there by champagne... The ice sculture of my marriage would be my husband on his computer and me either on the other side of the room watching tv or not even in the sculture cuz i'd be hefting trays and taking orders at the restaurant I work at. and I have a wonderful marriage full of passionate yelling at cooks and busboys and warm embraces by the hubby when I get home and in bed 2 hours after he goes to sleep...

Oh please, somebody out there let this poor girl know what marriage is really like before it's too late.

Does she not have any married friends that could enlighten her???

three cheers from a "married 17 years but it feels like longer" gal...

I'm the one at the PC, he is snoring on the LAZY-Boy (how aptly named!!!!!!)

My marriage could be summed up in what I'm doing now...I'm on the PC, he's out of town working.

But the reunions are fun. (grin)

I wasn't ever sure why people did vast overblown weddings, myself. Weddings are for the people who come to see you get hitched...not for you so much.

For wedding sculptures, ice is nice, but toast is the most.

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Please excuse my manly ignorance.... but how do you make a sculpture out of toast? I mean, I could dig a tower of toast (you know, like a tower of cards) but a toast sculpture? Maybe its an american thing.

The boxed set of Battlestar Galactica is my husband's birthday wish this year.

You know you've been married a long time when sexual favors aren't even in the top 5 anymore.

Obviously she hasn't lived with the groom before marriage, or her idea of a loving embrace would be her rewarding him with a hug for picking his underwear up off the floor.

Cloud of passion? What the hell is that? Does she realize that 'cloud of passion' will soon turn into a fogbank of hubby's noxious fumes wafting from the bathroom? A stench so vile she'll walk through it, unsuspecting of course, and gasp for breath while cursing the day he was born and screeching "What in God's name did you DO in there?!?!"

I bet not. They'll either be married 6 months and divorce or they'll be together 60 years and be absolutely miserable. She can pull the ice sculpture out of the deep freeze and remember the good ol' days....

LMAO....note to self "nix ice sculpture from possible future wedding plans". Thanks for the tip.

"Obviously she hasn't lived with the groom before marriage, or her idea of a loving embrace would be her rewarding him with a hug for picking his underwear up off the floor."

Too true!!! LOL :)

Oh my. I think it is fair to say that most of us had stars in our eyes before the wedding, but “floating on a cloud of passion”?!? Was Fabio on the front of the invitations? Who talks like that??

Our sculpture would have me on the computer and hubby downstairs watching TV, or perhaps on a good night, both of us vegged out on front of the TV. If I ever found myself floating on a cloud of passion, I’d wonder how he had f*cked up that he was trying to make up for. I think I speak for him when I say that, also.

We love each other, and I can’t imagine my life without him, but marriage isn’t a constant stream of wine, roses, and passion. Sometimes it’s staring at the TV until we both trudge up to bed, and that’s just fine.