It was a beautiful day for a summer wedding. The air smelled sweet, the sun was shining and there was a light breeze to cool off the sweaty groom. The photographer led the bridal party outside for some lovely shots in the park when, all of a sudden a gust of wind carried the bride's dress across her face kissing her freshly painted lipstick. As I raced to my emergency bag for a remedy, I came back to find the bride.... Laughing? Huh? WTF? Wake up Bitchless, you MUST be dreaming… But, I wasn’t dreaming... I was wide awake, and listening to the sound of laughter. And you know what that bride said to me? "Now I know the dress is really mine." I shit you not. And I was baffled. Like SERIOUSLY fucking baffled.