Where's my bride?

Today in the morning, the cleaning lady in my office showed me pictures from a wedding in a small village somewhere in Serbia she had just returned from. A very amusing experience. Cleaning lady: “This is me and this is my husband, my son, daughter, cousin, mother of the bride….”

Ana: “Oh, mother of the bride looks young!”

Cleaning lady: “Yea, she’s 37 – got married with 16.”

Ana: silent shock (Aaaaaaaa, if the bride was 1 year younger I would be mother of the bride!!!!!! I cannot possibly be mother of the bride!!!!!! Even worse – I could already be a grandmother!!!)

What a nice way to start a week.

I hope you had a better one.