“Okay, so… [ticks off list] we’ve got the cake, the flowers are done… we still need to decide if we’re going to both wear tuxedos or both wear dresses…”
“Oh no!”
“What’s the matter, hon?”
“Well… this is just horrible!” [shakes RSVP]
“What? Is it your --”
“It’s from Cardinal Law, and he’s not coming to the ceremony!”
“… you’re serious?”
[sigh] “Yeah.”
“Wow. Maybe we could…”
[silence]
“It’s just… I mean… I don’t see how we…” [plaintive look]
“Yeah.”
“It just won’t be the same if he’s not there.”
“Yeah…”
“So I… I guess we should start calling people?”
“… Yeah. Maybe next Spring?”
“… maybe.”
[The preceeding has been a dramatization from the bizarro realm where people actually give a fuck what Cardinal Law opines. Your mileage may vary.]
(via JillMatrix)
