Nothing says eternal bliss like I do. And nothing says, "screw you," like, I do, when the waltz across the clouds comes crashing to the ground.
The Priest: Do you take this man/woman to be your husband/wife through all kinds of insufferable hell and turmoil not matter what?
The Infatuated Couple: I do.
[Exit The Priest and one half of The Infatuated Couple; Enter The Judge.]
The Judge: Regarding this here decree for the dissolution of marriage, do you swear that the testimony that you are about to give is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?
One very disgruntled, vengeful, soon to be divorcee: I do.
I do, in the context of marriage, is an alpha and omega, fateful bookends, a joker on the left and a joker on the right. And nothing illustrates the point more poignantly than THIS interpretive dance in two acts.
Note: Less any esteemed reader of this distinguished, award winning blog should interpret this post on a much deeper level than it was intended to be, let it be known that The Lawyer remains in exceptionally good-graces with Mrs. Lawyer aka She Who Must Be Obeyed, and intends to keep it that way, especially if he ever wants to be in her amorous embrace anytime soon.
Act I
Act II
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