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J.D. Smith

J.D. Smith

The best of the kosher bubblies

Appeals to the middle class as well as the aristocracy helped Champagne become a mainstay of toasting at almost any occasion, from launching ships to celebrating a marriage. And with the June wedding season upon us, there is little time to waste in selecting the perfect bottle of bubbly to toast your nuptials.

Above It All

Well, I\’m still married. Somebody won a bet that I\’d actually make it to the altar. The bookies took a bath on me. Hard to believe, but it\’s been almost two years already, and I would like to tackle this whole single thing from the other side of the fence.

In the Pink

I\’m almost fully pregnant. There\’s not much for me to do. We\’re about two weeks away from having a baby girl and I haven\’t gained a pound. I feel fine. Never better. Thanks for asking.

Almost Mother’s Day

I\’ve really done it now. A year ago I got engaged. I made good on that promise in late July, and we have been on a honeymoon ever since.

Finished

It has been said that a man is not complete until he is married. Then, he is finished.

Well, I got married.

When last we visited these pages, I was on my way to the altar. My long-suffering girlfriend — lets call her Alison, although I can\’t see why we should, when her name is and always was Amy — agreed to the terms. She has since told me there was nothing in the ceremony about \”obey,\” and you can only imagine how much I wish I had paid more attention before the rings were exchanged.

Down to the Wire

I\’ve had a good time being engaged. People are really nice to you. Strangers wish you \”Congratulations!\” and \”Mazel tov!\” Thank you, everyone. As the date has gotten closer, I noticed that people go a little bit insane when I tell them, \”I\’m getting married — on Thursday.\” They all seem to think that I should be doing something. What, exactly, I don\’t know. Baking a cake, maybe.

It’s All About You

Ultimately, it seems that the man\’s point of view on the subject of marriage is somewhat irrelevant.

In Escrow

When you last left me, I had just proposed to my long-suffering girlfriend, Alison, while on the beach with a pimple. She said \”yes,\” and we agreed to start fighting about the wedding plans as soon as possible.

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