Last night, my dear sister politely requested that I send her the photographs that we snapped at her wedding.

So, I sat myself down last night in our den and did a cursory review of the photographs, searching for any that were unsuitable to send on to her.

What I saw… troubled me.

How did this indiviudal get in the door? A baseball cap? At a wedding ceremony? If I had noticed him at the time, I assure you he would have been ejected promptly and harshly.

I am aware that my Uncle Cameron was assigned to perform as an usher at the ceremony — I will definitely need to speak with him about the acceptable attire for a wedding. Perhaps he was not given explicit instructions on who should and should not be admitted and in what state. Whatever the reason for this oversight, it should not have occurred. I am embarrassed for our family.

Now this woman, while properly attired in an evening gown (we will refrain from discussing her regrettable fashion choices), was evidently performing a gross faux pas by crossing the dance floor during the father/daughter dance.

Did her parents merely fence her in a pasture and let her lose when she reached the age of majority or has she received massive cranial damage in the recent past? Whatever the reason, she should be ashamed of her actions.

(I am minorly mollified by the knowledge that she is not a member of our family. However, I will suggest to my sister and her new husband that they carefully reconsider their relationship with this individual.)

The most shocking thing about this photograph is not the two obvious zombies in the upper left of the scene.

It’s how much I look like a dork.

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