Our absence from the blog can be explained thusly:
Roughly 170 people gathered to marvel at Woody and I parading around freshly scrubbed (yet thoroughly sweaty). Apparently when you wash, apply industrial-strength foundation and get an elaborate hairdo, you are married. I always thought marriage involved jordan almonds, hoop skirts and spectacular meltdowns. But clearly I was mistaken.
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