The Obligatory Disaster

"This can be your disaster!" said Jen, ever seeking the bright side. A drunk driver came speeding up the street that the front of my house looks down. He didn't quite make the turn onto my road, and went into the utility pole, mostly my neighbor's yard, and part of mine. If the sonofabitch had been two feet over, my yard would have been in the clear. Alas, my electricity was knocked out, as well as part of my fence.

The disaster Jen is referring to is the one that inevitably plagues all weddings. Every bride gets at least one. I'll take an eight hour power outage a week before my wedding; I'll even take a hundred dollars worth of damage to my fence. It's better than anything happening to my dress!