One of my darling cousins, Foofer, is engaged to be married. The wedding is just a few weeks a way. I haven't seen Foofer for a few weeks, but I have met her fiancee a few times and think that they are wonderful together.
I ran into her sister, Dearie, one of my other darling cousins, on Christmas at our Grandparents' house. She and I had a HILARIOUS conversation in which she told me that Foofer's fiancee (Fifi) and his roommates made a reality series starring themselves about their lives here in Provo. I told her I would definitely check it out. (More on that in another post.) She said that she wanted to marry one of Fifi's roommates, but he was too old for her. She then told me that I should marry him instead. I told her that I'd marry him, but just because she wanted me to.
She then had an excellent point:
Dearie: If you marry him, and Foofer marries Fifi, then you and I will be related! Well, sort of...
Me: (long pause) True, I suppose, but we are already related, seeing as we're cousins...
Dearie: Right. But, uh, you know what I mean.
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