Fundraising

I have realised that I have a blog backlog. Apologies to all. I probably just found myself having so much to do I wasn't even aware of it. But it feels so much like home here and now I am aware of the abstinence. Well, what was so important? Probably it was something which I was dreading and making it more important than it really was. A family wedding, that's a big shudder. I don't like weddings very much. No, I like fairytale stories, and living happily ever after tales. I love romance, I love seeing it on other people's faces. Romance is good because it pushed the happy hormones. At least I think it does. I wouldn't know if weddings actually made the happy hormones tick too. I haven't yet had my own. And there's good reason for that. I think the ritual is too long, too expensive, not for me. I could do it in jeans in 15 minutes and that would be fine. But even then, there is too much to prepare. Cana's family planning something. Which is a farce, would be a farce where we are concerned. After living happily ever after for 6 years together and emerging childless, then shouldn't we be given credit and let off the hook for that one? No, that's not what the Church thinks. So I push the whole thing to the back of my mind. I'm not one for white either. I'm fine. But it has occurred to me just how much money I could make out of a wedding. I call it fundraising. Because since we don't need furniture, white goods, nothing because we already have it all, then I could make a big profit. And what's a day of embarrassment against a big profit? Not torture really. I think I could just about grin and bear it and think of the Euro sign all the time. And thus the Math comes in, 100Euro per couple.... times a lot of couples. I am sure that certain people would make a no-show, because we're living in sin, sin, sin. And sex, sex, sex. I guess I'd better start looking into chapels so I can get rid at least of the sin, hopefully not of the sex. It's all in the name of fundraising.