Pre-Wedding Injuries: A Schrockenberger-Westenrock Special!

Before I commit to writing another long blog post, for your entertainment, here are some Pre-Wedding Injuries.

Pre-Wedding Injuries
No, no one (that we know of) fell down one the dance floor or ate too many cupcakes but a few of us managed to work so hard on getting the wedding together that we actually got hurt. Here are the tales of the injured, in order of severity: Mark, Evan, Andrea and Cathy.

Mark (Andrea's dad)
My dad was outside of the house probably working on the beautiful ceremony sign and managed to step on a rake, just like they do in the movies. The rake hit him right on his head and bent his glasses. Lesson learned: Lean the rakes on the garage just like mom told you.

Evan (former groom)
In a heroic effort to make a million more puffs, Evan cut so many corners off the pieces of tissue paper that he made his thumb go numb a week before the wedding. It's still numb. Lesson learned: Friskars scissors really aren't worth the 75 cents you buy them for at the grocery store. Buy the good scissors (or use the fancy fabric scissors that mom says you can't touch!).

Andrea (former bride)
Two nights before the wedding, in more puff madness, Evan was running around the house while Judith, Andrea's mom, chased him (don't ask why). In his loop of running, Evan stepped directly on my recently manicured big toe-nail. It hurt. Really hurt. But the worse part? Warning: This part is gross. A piece of my toe-nail got ripped off!! Oh the pedicure! Given that I was hoping that the pedicure would last until the wedding, I had to get one again the next day. And of course, I tortured Evan with guilt about it. Lesson learned: Always wear shoes. Oh no, that's not it. Don't run in the house (again, like mom said!)

Cathy (Evan's mom)
On the same night as the toe-nail incident, Cathy took a break from the puffs and started pruning some plants in her yard fairly late in the evening. Warning: This part includes blood. The pruning shears slipped and she cut herself on the hand-thumb area on the top of her hand. Yikes! By second-hand (no pun intended) accounts, blood was shooting everywhere and a trip to the ER ensued. She got two stitches (ouch!) and quite a hefty bandage. Luckily, she is ok but it sure was a night for injuries! Lesson learned: Ask Evan to cut the hedges since his thumb is numb and he probably wouldn't feel it if he cut himself.

Look for a full blog post soon with treacherous hikes in Cinque Terre and a mirror decorated with fortune cookie-scrunchies in our Venice hotel.

Ciao!
Andrea and Evan