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mawwiage is for-ever...



Dear Renee Z. and Jack W.,

I am writing to say that I am so happy for both of you and your recent marriages. In this cynical cynical world we live in, it is so heartwarming to find two grownup relationships that have taken that most important step into happy coupledom.

That being said, I wanted to share with both of you the news of how I was happily married this past weekend. Cheetara and I had only been dating for about 12 minutes but we knew in our inner-most hearts (aka the mini heart inside our regular hearts) that our love was solid. Like a rock. Seriously, that's what our love is.

Thinking our neverending love for each other was much better than a cheapie wedding in Vegas, we exchanged vows in the most romantic of romantic locations: the second upside loop of Southern California's first floorless rollercoaster, Scream, at Six Flags Magic Mountain. Yes. Love truly lifts us up where we belong.

After we said our upside-down written vows to each other, Gary, who heads the Softball Basket Toss game, pronounced our love with a capital L. And an E too. Then, to make it official, I won Cheetara a 5-foot tall Woody Woodpecker plushie to hammer the point home that, hey, this is fo reals. By the way, she named him Tyrone.

All the best,
-J

p.s. Not to be mean, Renee, but please...stop with the surgery. You're starting to look like a Gremlin.
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Posted by Blogger Cory on 4:20 PM

Sad thing is, im not so sure it's surgery.  



Posted by Blogger justin on 5:19 PM

What then? She got hit in the face with a Gremlin bat?  



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