Gert made her major-label debut as a flower girl this weekend at my niece’s wedding. Though Gert never wiped the goofy smile off her face, she hit the ball out of the park. Her only disappointment? She said she missed some flower dropping parts as she walked down the aisle. She tried to hit them on the way back, but alas it was not to be.
She partied on into the night and had a fantastic time dancing, eating chocolate and drinking Shirley Temples. Sadly she ended up whacked out on cherries and Sprite. By ten she was telling everyone she loved them and by 10:15 she had gotten into a fight with a flower girl at the wedding reception next door. Though the police weren't called, it was decided she would be better served if she went home and went to bed. Which she did. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.
My point? She's cute. You can't deny.
I was going to link up a Joe Henry song called “Flower Girl”, for obvious reasons. However, I realized that someone would eventually actually listen to the song and wonder what a song about a depressed miner had to do with Gert.
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