I participated in a wedding yesterday.

My buddy and I took his boat to the reservoir, loaded it up with bait and tackle, and spent the whole day catching fish. That’s what I call a beautiful wedding.

Some folks say, “That’s not a wedding! That’s called fishing!” Haters gonna hate. I don’t let small minded bigots ruin a special day.

The ceremony doesn’t have to be in a church. It doesn’t need to contain music, or witnesses, or vows, or anything. The humming trolling motor and the smell of bait was enough for me. The dictionary would disagree but I say that’s a first-rate wedding!

If you’re interested in congratulating me, I’m registered at Wal-Mart. I intend for this marriage to last at least through the remainder of the Summer and for that to happen, I’m going to need a new tackle box.

(Deuteronomy 23:2) “No one born of a forbidden marriage nor any of their descendants may enter the assembly of the Lord, not even in the tenth generation.”