D: “I can’t wait for your wedding. The food is going to be great!”
Me: “You’d better not be counting on my wedding day for your next meal… you’ll probably starve to death before we ever get round to an hors d’oeuvre.”
in the middle of a gym workout
HK (age, 17): When you get married, can I be your flower girl?
Me: When I get married, your daughter can be my flower girl
upon finding the broken sapphire necklace my father gave her some 20 years ago…
Mum: I can salvage the sapphires and have them made into your engagement ring.
Me: Who’s proposing? And when can i meet him?
Mum: I had a front-runner in mind.
Me: Oh, boy. Can I just have the sapphires now, ya know, before I start holding my breath?
Ruth A: Let’s pray together. (takes my hand and we form a circle) God, please lead this young lady to a wonderful man, may they marry and be happy. Amen
Me: Do you think we can do that again? Maybe this time ask if I can have a good job and lead a good life? I wouldn’t mind a loyal dog either.