Friday, April 05, 2013

642 Thing to Write About

642 Things to Write About

You are looking down through the skylight as the chefs prepare dinner for your ex-fiance's wedding.

I don't have an ex-fiance.  I dodged that bullet.  Sounds horrible, right?  I don't know how else to describe it.  We never were engaged because I made sure to run.  I know running seems like my M.O. {I don't know what M.O. even means} but really, I'm grateful I did.  When I dated Jake, I dare say that within three months I knew that I wanted to marry him.  When I dated the person involved with this story, I knew in three months to run for my life.  I'm not sure why I've disclosed this when I could have just written an entertaining anecdote with no specifics.

I really wouldn't want to cause a problem for everyone at the wedding, especially the unsuspecting guests.  But, the family and the bride {re-bride, technically} wouldn't be spared.  I wasn't a fan of any of them.  I also wouldn't want to really cause a problem for the chef or his business.  So, to make sure my naughtiness isn't tied to the chef, I would drop in from the skylight and mist the steaming plates, headed to the family, with something as entertaining, but not original, as a laxitive.