Warning: my family has a crude sense of humour, so if you're easily offended, don't read!
One of my favourite things about wedding planning is bonding with my dad (total daddy's girl, here), and today we were talking about room blocks, my mum's dress, the father/daughter dance etc. Then this dialogue ensues:
Dad: Well, good. Nothing half-arsed, I don't want anything half-arsed in this wedding.
Jen: Oh. *gasp* Does that mean I can't have floating tiers of wedding cake with running water and unicorns?!
Dad: ...
Jen: *takes off running*
He knew I was kidding but I got him for a second there. I think he's taking this wedding more seriously than I am :P