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Thank you, Cary. Thank you!
And now you will probably thank *me,* because I am on deadline at work and don't have time to endlessly rant about how nerve-janglingly annoying it can be when folks roll out the High Church red carpet (I suspect because it'll get them cool schwag) for events like weddings and christenings when they haven't even bothered to PRETEND to play by the "rules" that you might think would normally apply. Or how peeved a sentence like, "I met this great guy, we moved in together, we had a beautiful son, and now we are getting married" makes me. You didn't need to be married to procreate, so why now? Oh - wait - is it the party?!?! And the pretty presents?!?!? And the inevitable shower for the baby, shower for the bride, shower shower party party spell financee with an accent ague and look at me me me me me GIVE ME STUFF AND PRAISE ME! folderol that accompanies all of these empty ceremonies.
Jeepers. Gimme a break. And thank you, Cary and everyone, for listening.