« the seinfeld chronicles | Main | where credit is due »
July 30, 2008
sarahndipity
I just had one of the most delicious, evil laughs of my life.
I was rummaging through my cookbooks when a plastic sleeve fell out. It didn't take me long to recognize the writing on the cards within. All of the instances of "your" instead of "you're" were a dead giveaway. These were Poor Sarah's. I lunged into the sleeve, hoping that the one recipe I want above all others is in there. Alas.
But if you want her cherry chocolate torte recipe, it's all yours.
Also included was a printed-out email. It was from her grandparents and dated a couple years ago.
All points bulletin....This just in...No, that wasn't where I laughed.Sometimes events in our lives turn out to be a bit more special than could realistically be hoped for. Saturday, August 9th turned out to be one of those days that make the downside of life all worth the struggle.
Sarah Nicole, our first granddaughter and glowing survivor of a recent bout with teenage-ism...
...became Mrs. Name Withheld. The bride is now 23, is an art student...There's the laugh. Maybe she took a class at the nearby community college, but by that measure, I'm a Ph.D. in Physics.
...and is one happy lady.The email goes on about the wedding day and concludes with
It's safe to suppose, [sic] that no one present will forget that day and the good feelings associated with it. Especially Mr. and Mrs. Name Withheld and the (at least) 3 guys in 3.5 years with which she will cheat on him.I might have added that last part.
The big laugh came where, you ask? At the To line, where I found the names and email addresses of all of Sarah's relatives. Big laugh. Poor Sarah. What a thoughtful present! Really, it's a fair exchange for the gifts she said she'd return and found reason not to.
"John! Use your powers only for good!" said Blondageof my news.
"Fuck that noise. Test your powers!" said Dirt.
"Seriously, how does stuff like this always fall in your lap?" said Allie.
posted by john at 05:45 PM • solamente