Then, she chose a nice Republican boy to marry. One that, since he started out as an intern to Karl Rove, should know how to keep it mum about her daddy’s secret drinking.
And what does she get in return? A cheap-ass
Not only that, but her daddy builds his own permanent, giant monument to his love for Jesus, and makes her get married right in front of it.
Yeah, how would you like to spend your entire wedding ceremony being reminded that Jesus died for your registry?
He died for your Cuisinart, and he died for your Lalique crystal, and he most especially died for your 800 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets, which are to die for.