Well, I told you all the NICE bits about it.
What I didn't tell you was that despite me standing in a doorway and looking expectantly at Tartarus for what seemed like 10 minutes, I failed to elicit a 'you look lovely, darling' or anything of that nature.
'I was waiting until you had your shoes on,' he said defensively as I contemplated flinging my antique handbag across the room at him.
OK, fair enough....I'll give him the benefit of the doubt.
However AFTER the wedding, when we were relaxing on the sofa - shoes off, ties, off, control pants removed - he raised his bleary eyes towards me and said....
'You were showing a fair bit of tit in that dress.'
Reader, I was so dumbfounded that I could think of nothing sensible to say. Of course, my thoughts turned immediately to stabbings and wondering how much I could get for selling the Ducati without him being aware of the fact.
The frock came from Kaliko. A brand not really reknowned for its stripper tendancies. But let's face it, this is a man who wasn't even interested in my stripper tendancies when I had them.
Of course, the next day he denied saying it QUITE like that and was filled with remorse, apologies and pain killers.
We came home and I uploaded my photo of the three of us to facebook and m'blog. I complained to some friends about what he had said.
The offending frock
'Hey, don't worry,' said one lovely friend. 'I'm pretty nifty with photoshop. I've downloaded your photo and can fix it for you.'
And lo! The photo was fixed. And my excess tit was removed: