Mark, you see, is a man who goes non-stop. His cheerful, indefatigable energy is legendary, although (as we have established) he's always late. Thus, he's also a man who doesn't shy from a speeding ticket. (And thanks to Pre-Paid Legal, he's a man who never has to pay for one.)
However, it was during this wedding planning frenzy that the coup de grâce for getting anywhere fast was delivered: While proceeding down the driveway for Karma's late-night walk my Dearly Beloved skidded on some moss, bending back his knee, fracturing his tibia plateau, and tearing his ACL and posterior lateral cartilage. He hadn't done that since about 40 years ago after an accident playing soccer.
Talk about hitting the skids. Our nuptials just got "kneed" in the nups.
In the meantime, we still hadn't figured out where we should marry, what we should say, who should come, and, most pressing, what I would wear.
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