"Bagels" should have been the indicator of profound Yenta genius and yet I am only now warming to the tradition of arranged marriages. In truth, it has been the advent of Eowyn amid a world surfeit with prolific evil that I am convinced that our kosher friends (Russian Fiddlers to be exact) have captured the import of marital matchmaking. Fortunately for my petite Princess, while on a recent trip to Pittsburgh, I believe I’ve discovered a potential match in the making. One of my very best friends, Shiloh, has done me the great favor of producing an offspring who appears to possess all those crucial characteristics to ensure a lifetime of (God-honoring) bliss. Admittedly, I may be presumptuous in presupposing their destinies are inextricably entwined. However, even Eowyn sensed the prudence of such a union, as she was eager to provide kiss after kiss for her new (probable) fiancé, Malachi. In addition, Malachi has demonstrated an affinity for Fox News over his Baby Einstein DVDs, even eschewing organic tofu for the pleasure of meat and potatoes grown on non-subsidized farms. His church attendance has been regular; his intellect keen and his affectionate parallel play with Eowyn proved his loyalty and devotion. Not surprisingly, Shiloh & I are quite ecstatic about our prodigious pairing and find ourselves indebted to the genius of our Israeli friends for still rockin’ it Old Testament style.
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I've never met Shiloh, but based on stories and photos, it seems like you guys are friend soulmates... like two peas in a super chic pod. I feel downright homely when I look at you guys clinking glasses in strapless dresses. That being said, I see you noticed I'm making progress in the fashion dept. Yes, I did buy something pink. The two options were cream and pink and, though it took a lot of strength, I went pink. (And, incidentally, thought to myself, "this is a Melissa color" -- no lie, that was my exact thought)
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