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What Advice Would You Give to the Mother of the Bride?




My niece will be getting married in a few weeks.  Her mom asked me, do you have any practical advice for me? This will be the first time she will be “mother of the bride.”  “Yes, I do!”  1) Make sure you wear comfortable shoes.  2)  Deflect stress with humor.

Here’s my favorite mother-of-the- bride joke:



THE PERFECT DRESS 

Jennifer's wedding day was fast approaching. Nothing could dampen her excitement not even her parents' nasty divorce. Her mother had found the PERFECT dress to wear and would be the best dressed mother-of-the-bride ever! 
A week later, Jennifer was horrified to learn that her father's new young wife had bought the exact same dress!
Jennifer asked her to exchange it, but she refused. "Absolutely not. I look like a million bucks in this dress, and I'm wearing it," she replied. Jennifer told her mother who graciously said, "Never mind sweetheart. I'll get another dress. After all, it's your special day."
A few days later, they went shopping and did find another gorgeous dress. When they stopped for lunch, Jennifer asked her mother, "Aren't you going to return the other dress? You really don't have another occasion where you could wear it."
Her mother just smiled and replied,
"Of course I do, dear. I'm wearing it to the rehearsal dinner the night before the wedding."



Two antenna meet on a roof, fell in love, and got married.
The ceremony wasn't much, but the reception was great!



A little girl was at a wedding with her parents. After the wedding, she asked her mother why the bride changed her mind. "What do you mean?" her mother responded. "Well, she went down the aisle with one man and came back with another."



Behind every successful man stands a devoted wife and a surprised mother-in-law.


A man inserted an 'ad' in the classifieds: 'Wife wanted'.  Next day he received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing: 'You can have mine.'

Comments

  1. Mevely317August 17, 2012 at 7:07 PM

    Loved these ancedotes!

    I’ve no daughters ... but have witnessed plenty of brides’ "Mom-zillas" behaving badly. Sometimes I want to tell them, “This is your daughter’s wedding – not YOURS!

    I'm pretty sure this doesn't apply to your sister (sister-in-law)!

    Great advice re. comfortable shoes!


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  2. Susan BAugust 18, 2012 at 2:48 PM

    Loved your advice! Very practical, and true. You shared some pretty funny jokes too! :)

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  3. DeniseAugust 18, 2012 at 6:40 PM

    Funny, lol

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  4. Wise HeartedAugust 18, 2012 at 7:48 PM

    Good post...I love my daughter so much and her wedding was beautiful because I let her plan it. It helped that we were serving in Bolivia, South America through the planning part. We just got to come home and reap others labor. Good advice given sister. Blessings

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  5. Nikki (Sarah)August 19, 2012 at 7:45 AM

    you got me smiling. Very cute....love that last one the best and the little cartoon.

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  6. Debbie PetrasAugust 19, 2012 at 4:36 PM

    Good advice Mary. I love your sense of humor.

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  7. lioneagleAugust 20, 2012 at 5:44 AM

    Hi Mary -

    These are a hoot! Thank you for sharing the humor.

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  8. Kathleen August 20, 2012 at 6:22 PM

    You crack me up, Mary!

    As for advice, I would simply echo yours to deflect stress. When my daughter got married in the mid-90s, I went with the idea that we were going to have more fun than anyone. And we did.

    I love weddings ...

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  9. a joyful noiseAugust 23, 2012 at 3:13 PM

    I love a good joke and these were all excellent! Best suggestion to a new MIL is to keep your advice to yourself unless it is asked for, then be kind, wise and tactful.

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