Our son will wed on Saturday. He lives in another state but is marrying a wonderful girl from Florida, and the nuptials will be not too far away from here.
So, he's spending the last days of his bachelorhood with the 'rents, sitting on the porch and smoking cigars with his old man, waiting for his Best Man to arrive from Australia, hasslin' his mom about her blog, getting heckled by his other buddies, and generally having a great time.
Plus, he brought home his entire wardrobe as laundry.
What, you may ask, is this fine young man reading while awaiting his wedding day? Some self-help advice? Some practical career manual? Some esoteric, transcendent philosophy?
Nothing less than my prized, signed copy of Freighter Captain that he's been whining for ever since I got it, the selfish brat!
Some things never change. He steals books from us all the time.
Now he'll have a very beautiful, well-read, and intelligent wife to steal them from. It's an even trade, however, since he's an excellent chef, artist, writer, and musician--and the most deviling prankster. (I fear what his victims/friends have in store for the getaway car.)
May God give them joy in this latest, and best prank: marriage!