An Auspicious Occasion
(Man, I am so awesome at spelling auspicious)
Anyway, back to the subject at hand. Today I was married. It was a lavish affair, filled with wonder and pomp. As the time of our legal joining approached, it appeared as if the very heavens themselves called out in joy.
I had a good feeling about this wedding. I had a great outfit planned for the wedding. It was smart, stylish and oh so very sexy. Luckily, I remembered to set it out the day before. Unfortunately, I grabbed the wrong outfit. Luckily, Lisa saved the day. Unfortunately, I neglected to add one crucial element to the outfit.
I went with option B. The officiator was a dapper chap Lisa knew from way back. He was expensive, but worth every penny. I was a little worried he might sweep Lisa off her feet, and take her for himself but when she called him Papa, I felt better. (Actually I was a little worried until I realized it wasn't a pet name. Thank FSM for my stunning good looks, gets her every time.)
At long last the ceremony was over. We posed for a picture, and I was able to change out of my monkey suit. If I never have to get that dolled up again, I might be able to go on living. Whew, now I what how fashion models feel like*.
On a serious note: Parents, teach your children how to smile properly for pictures, or they'll end up smiling like me**. Sure, devilishly handsome, suave, well groomed, impeccable taste in women, but with a smile like Smirky McSmirk von Smirkmeister. It's almost worth it.
Afterwards, we accompanied the Master of Ceremonies out for a dinner and show***. It was a fabulous ending to an exhausting day. Until next time, we remain your friends,
Jonathan Engle and Lisa Irion.****
*Bony.
**I'm also winking at you. No, not you. Yes, you.
***Burgers and Get Smart
****Apparently, getting married doesn't magically change your name. I plan on complaining. Oh, I so wanted to be Jonathan Awesomelaser Engle.
Anyway, back to the subject at hand. Today I was married. It was a lavish affair, filled with wonder and pomp. As the time of our legal joining approached, it appeared as if the very heavens themselves called out in joy.
I had a good feeling about this wedding. I had a great outfit planned for the wedding. It was smart, stylish and oh so very sexy. Luckily, I remembered to set it out the day before. Unfortunately, I grabbed the wrong outfit. Luckily, Lisa saved the day. Unfortunately, I neglected to add one crucial element to the outfit.
I went with option B. The officiator was a dapper chap Lisa knew from way back. He was expensive, but worth every penny. I was a little worried he might sweep Lisa off her feet, and take her for himself but when she called him Papa, I felt better. (Actually I was a little worried until I realized it wasn't a pet name. Thank FSM for my stunning good looks, gets her every time.)
At long last the ceremony was over. We posed for a picture, and I was able to change out of my monkey suit. If I never have to get that dolled up again, I might be able to go on living. Whew, now I what how fashion models feel like*.
On a serious note: Parents, teach your children how to smile properly for pictures, or they'll end up smiling like me**. Sure, devilishly handsome, suave, well groomed, impeccable taste in women, but with a smile like Smirky McSmirk von Smirkmeister. It's almost worth it.
Afterwards, we accompanied the Master of Ceremonies out for a dinner and show***. It was a fabulous ending to an exhausting day. Until next time, we remain your friends,
Jonathan Engle and Lisa Irion.****
*Bony.
**I'm also winking at you. No, not you. Yes, you.
***Burgers and Get Smart
****Apparently, getting married doesn't magically change your name. I plan on complaining. Oh, I so wanted to be Jonathan Awesomelaser Engle.