Except maybe leprosy.
My wonderful aunt sent me this picture today (hi, Sissy!) of my dad, me, Randy, and my mom after the ceremony. We were taking pictures and I happened to see another bride leaving her staging room fifty yards away, all white and flowery and flanked by
secret service agents bridesmaids, making her way to her
own wedding ceremony on the other side of the resort.
"Hey!" I hollered, waving. "Hey!
One of five cohorts in a berry colored dress got her attention for me and she stopped and turned.
"High five!" I yelled, raising my arm in the air in front of me. "High five!"
She laughed, passed her bouquet to the other hand, and high-fived me.
Proving yet again that there is no situation that cannot be made more awesome with a high five.
