So lovely about your neighbors. I love weddings.

Big hugs.

Here is a truly awful joke, which was told to me by my husband's uncle Irv, an absolute dear (he looked like Groucho Marx), who is still much missed.

Two men are walking in the forest when they come upon a severed head. One of the picks it up and holding it shoulder high, exclaims, "Good Lord! It's Kowalski!"

The other one looks at it and says, "Nah. Kowalski was taller."