wedding bells

"Hallo," he said. "Just calling to see if you'd gotten blown away by the hurricane."
"I thought you were calling to tell me you were getting married," I said.
"Intuitive, aren't you?"
"I have that reputation. When?"
"December third."
"Well, I don't expect to be invited. It might be a little awkward."
"Maybe. It will be very small. Maybe a big party later."
"Congratulations," I said. "Everybody should try it once. And men are particularly domestic. You are particularly domestic. I think you'll be very happy."
"Reckon so?"
"I do."
Reason I can't stop today: Another one bites the dust.