"By the power vested in me through the interwebs, I now pronounce you, Mr. and Mrs. Holiday-Stocking. Quite possibly the cheesiest last name in the history of the world, and I hope to God you don't hyphen it legally," Nicholas announces. "Sam, you may now kiss your bride.
I have said it before and I'm sure I'll be saying again at some point, I absolutely do not read series out of order if I can help it. But this time I made an exception. I stumbled across this, saw it was on KU, thought, "hey, how often do you see a book set on and around the 4th of July?" Then I thought, "holy shit, it is the 4th of July, well weekend, how can I pass that coincidence up, even if it's book three in a series I haven't read?" So, I decided to forsake my #1 rule and read book three first. I didn't even really read the blurb, I figured I know it'll be funny and silly and ridiculous since it's written by Tara Sivec. I'll be able to catch up if there's references to people and events that happened in the first two books. I was right, on all counts even. It was funny and silly and ridiculous. There was enough recapping when something was referenced that I could work it out. I loved Sam and Noel. Their friends and family were hilarious. I laughed really freaking hard at Turd Ferguson and the "elbow" scene and "Jizz Bucket Jessica" and the "butter" scene, and, and, and… It was all ridiculous, silly fun. But I still stand by my #1 rule. I know I would have really loved this, instead of just really liking it, if I had read it in order. I was able to work out everything just fine, sure, but I think I would have appreciated it all more if I had been invested from the start. Also, there were a lot of ridiculous things mentioned, and I really want all the ridiculous details of all those those ridiculous things.
So my experiment in reading out of order…probably not the best series to start with. Simply because it is a true series, not a collection of stand-alones that are interconnected. But the novelty of reading a 4th of July themed book over the 4th of July was too tempting. I know when I go and read books one and two that I'll most likely also read this one again. I'm willing to put money on the fact that when I do, I will love this story as opposed to just really liking it.
While she gets everything set up on a picnic table outside, I've spent the last hour trying to squeeze in a few more greeting card ideas.
"Even if your penis is broken, I'll still love you forever…because you protected me from a zombie cat," Scheva reads out loud as she looks over my shoulder at my laptop screen.
"I'm sorry you'll always hate Mister Ed…because Mister Ed actually means your dick is defunct."
"Please don't hate me because my family gave you high blood pressure…you should hate me because my coochie can't bring you to completion."
"I really want to have sex with you, but it always ends with one of us crying, because…elbow fisting."
"Everything sucks, nothing is good, blah, blah, blah…fuck you, fuck your mother, and fuck off."
I sigh loudly when Scheva finishes.
"Well, that last one is certainly direct and to the point, but I have to say, the elbow fisting one might be your personal best."
Slamming my head down on the dining room table, I thump it against the surface a few times before Scheva grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head back up.
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No one says a word until Reggie polishes off his glass of beer, slams it down on the bar behind us, and flicks my ear with his finger.
"OW! What was that for?" I complain, rubbing my stinging earlobe.
"What have I told you about eating butter or any other dairy product all over God's creation before you're married?" he asks.
"Um, that you'll cut off my dick and beat me with the bloody stump?" I ask tentatively.
"Exactly," Reggie nods. "Do you want me to cut off your dick and beat you with the bloody stump?"
I shake my head. "No, sir. I do not want you to cut off my dick and beat me with the bloody stump."
"Reggie, darling, you do realize that Sam and Noel live together, right? They've been cohabitating since February. I'm pretty sure there's been so much dairy consumption in that house, that we're now on a nationwide shortage because all the cows in the world have died from being milked dry," Aunt Bobbie tells him with a laugh.
"They live in separate bedrooms, at opposite ends of the house, and Noel puts a padlock on her door every night before she goes to bed like a good daughter. Isn't that right, Sam?" Reggie asks with a threatening raise of one eyebrow as he stares me down.
"Yep, you are absolutely correct. I even went out and bought her two more padlocks just to be safe," I add.
"And this is why I'm able to sleep at night and why you'll be able to walk down the aisle and marry my daughter without being dickless. Nobody likes a dickless groom, Sam. Nobody."
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"Fine, let's just have sex then. I threw up all the vodka already so I'm good to go. And don't worry if you can't finish. I don't care if your penis doesn't find me attractive anymore, I still want to marry you. Just don't die, okay? And don't hate my family and haunt us forever if you do die and you're all pissed off at us when you go to heaven."
She takes a step toward me and even though my dick is still hard from whatever the fuck I just saw, I gently wrap my hands around her upper arms and stop her from pressing her body against mine.
"I really hope you meant it when you said you threw up all the vodka, because we need to talk and I don't want you to be too drunk and out of it for this," I tell her softly.
"Right. Talk. I forgot we needed to do that," she mumbles. "Quick, ask me a question I'd know if I was sober."
"What's thirty-five times seven?" I ask.
"Oh my God! I said a question I'd know if I was sober. Two plus two is potato and math is stupid," she complains.
"Fine, do you still love me and want to marry me?" I question in a low voice.
"Absolutely, without a doubt, one-hundred percent," she immediately answers.
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The door bursts open and Alex stands there breathing heavily, his white dress shirt partially untucked and stained in several places by what looks like black soot, his grey tie all askew and flung over his shoulder as he stares at us with wide eyes.
"You two look nice and satisfied, that should make what's about to happen a little easier," he informs us, plastering a fake smile on his face and clapping his hands together. "Let's go, assholes, it's time to get married! Just keep your eyes open and your head covered at all times. Sam, you go first and get to the front of the aisle as fast as you can, I'll escort Noel out to meet her father at the back. Hopefully by the time we get out there, the band will start playing and calm everyone down."
Alex starts jumping up and down frantically and flinging his arms in windmill patterns toward the door when neither of us move. Sam gives me a quick peck on the cheek and races from the room before Alex hurts himself.