I’ve been following the lovely saga of Chris Pirillo and Ponzi’s wedding through my Bloglines subs lately, and I was saddened to read this morning that something was stolen that was precious, that was part of the wedding, and that they don’t suspect outside sources.
In other words, it was probably a guest.
For some reason, this really, really got to me. Probably because I’ve had to deal with this kind of awkward family situation before and it’s so painful.
I’m hoping that somehow that cute little machine got wedged behind a chair, or mistaken for a piece of cake, or SOMETHING. Because a glorious occasion shouldn’t be marred by something like this. It’s just not right.