I have said for a very long time that I would never marry again for love. I would only do it for lots and lots of money, and to a man with one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel.
I think I've changed my mind...Being married to a rich, old geezer would be a lonely existence, and would require a little, black book for booty calls. Kind of like that Eagles song "Lying Eyes". http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UvU6X7S41F4
In any event, since my mother and father made me get married in a church, 24 years ago, I'll do it the way I want to, if I ever do it again. You just looked at a picture of where it will be done.
*Sigh* Wouldn't it be wonderful to find a rich man that you really loved? I guess the money doesn't really matter though...I've survived this long without loads of it. I guess the love is all that really matters...
...As long as I get to that island and that honeymoon hut.
