My sister's best friend is getting married, and my sister volunteered the womenfolk in our family to host a wedding shower. A guest list instructing us who to invite* just arrived via e-mail, which led to this e-mail from our mom:
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I thought the list would be all girls and chicken salad and napoleans.
Your father was not planning to attend. I guess showers have changed.
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My poor dad. He's been sending condolence cards to the father of the bride since the engagement was announced. I fear they're both going to be in a corner, drinking heavily at this event.
*The bride has been planning this wedding since she was approximtely six or seven years old. I thought that seafoam green no longer existed, but I have since been proven wrong.
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