Fuzzy Wuzzy

Fuzzy Wuzzy wuz a bear
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair
Fuzzy Wuzzy wuzn't very fuzzy,
wuz he?


When I was in Aunt Cindy's wedding, I was the ring bearer. I think Stacia was the flower girl. I remember on rehersal night thinking that when I walked down the aisle during the wedding I would have the real rings. What a shock it was to discover that I actually had those darn plastic ones for the wedding!

We had such fun running around the hotel hitting the button for every floor on the elevator; yelling the fuzzy wuzzy poem while walking down the hallways with our fuzzy wuzzies.

Our blue velvet dresses that I'm sure Bonnie and Sue sewed for us.

that's all i remember.