Dear Spike:
Someday, if ever you wish to be married, we will have very detailed instructions:
"I am going to marry Peter Pan. We will dance to the Jolly Holiday song. There will be a cat there, and a dog with poofy hair, and a girl named Cassandra, the giant anteater. My dress will be black. My shoes will be rain boots with flowers. For my honeymoon I will go to Disneyland where I will eat honey with Poohbear and then we will move to Fremont to live with Gaky and Papa. I will meet Peter Pan in California at a Disneyland character parade party. There will be fireworks and we will play Candyland. For dinner we will have olive pizza and French fry cake and for dessert we will have applesauce."
Love,
dad
1 comment:
that first sentence if very oddly constructed. why would you assume detailed instructions would be preserved if the desire to marry waxed and waned? bad writing.
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