Andreas has been trying to find just the right shirt to wear for the wedding. Something sort of flamenco, sort of Don Juan de Marco. “Like I pirate shirt?” I kept asking. No, no, he said. Not a pirate shirt.

Today he found the shirt he wants. What’s it called? Spice Pirate Shirt. Even better? It’s from International Male!

Sometimes our wedding is so freaky that even I don’t know what to say. Except for this: I sure do love my Spice Pirate!