She Did

In short, my good friend Miss Maddie April-Aerin Sweeny got herself a husband.
I slept on a sun porch, where I now dream of living.
She played it real well, the role of husband-getting.
A real lady.
Bubbles and all.
Speaking of bubbles, we drank that garbage water, and we liked it.
Herbs as centerpieces? Yes, please.
Silly faces on bridesmaids? Yes, please.
And just like that, the Miss was a Missus.