I believe that's MY bouquet

This is my friend Lynn's wedding. She picked the same colors for her wedding that my sisters did, my siblings and mother should recognize the dress.

I am, indeed, victoriously holding aloft the bouquet. I know I'm spelling that right because I looked it up in the dictionary next to my computer. This might scare a few of you gents, but that is actually the 4th time for me to catch the bouquet. In fact, I think it will be a sad day for me when I can't join the line up for the toss. I do enjoy some fun friendly competition. The bouquet I caught before this was earlier this summer. Right before the bride was gonna throw I turned to another beautiful miss and told her without blinking, "You catch that bouquet, and I'm gonna break your legs." I think she thought I was kidding. This time around I had to push a 12 year old out of the way.

Maybe this means I'm not afraid to go for what I want. But I doubt that. Maybe this means I am ready as ready can be for love... but I doubt that too. In cleaning my house I contemplated the thought of sharing my life with someone, I mean, REALLY sharing my life with someone. I thought about having another toothbrush next to mine. Putting clothes away I imagined what it would be like sharing drawer space with another person. I have ideals and expectations and desires I want in another person, but I'm not so sure I'm living them for myself. I have dreams and wishes and I talk and sing to myself alot. I chirp like a little bird around my house. I'd rather at this point not have others to bare witness to my private existence, I have fun being alone. Yet I am gregarious. I do want someone baring witness to my existence, but I don't want to sacrifice what I have to get that. I guess I'll just have to go catch another bouquet.