The Day Before The Wedding
The invitation was obviously lost. I called to no avail. I called the US Mail, the Palace itself. Nothing. (Hello, Leroy here. Just wanted to let you know that the Post Office has threatened to report Marge to the US Government and the police as she was harassing them. I had to hire a lawyer….You gotta love her.) LeRoy was his usual comforting self and did make me feel much better when I realized how much better I will be able to see everything on the television instead of craning my neck in Westminster Abbey. And then, there is that whole “What should I Wear” question. I wouldn’t want to
outshine Kate. So this way, I don’t have to worry about it.
I wanted to invite some influential, elegant friends to come to my home to watch the wedding however LeRoy and I think we need to make a few improvements on the house first. (Like take the tires off the roof of the trailer. Oops. I’m sorry. The mobile home)
So alas, I will watch the wedding alone. – I think coverage starts around 3am. Even though LeRoy has to work that morning, he has offered to watch it with me. (I live to make her happy. If you lived with her, you’d understand….) I think it will be soo romantic.
(God, please let me stay awake!) I will be serving wine and elegant hor d’oeuvres (break out the Cheetos – I’ll be drinking Red Bull) and wearing my best night dressing gown. (I’ll be wearing a white tee shirt and Green Bay Packers boxer shorts)
Enjoy everyone. I can’t wait!
Marge
Cherios!!
