Over the years it has been my privilege to associate with a good many brilliant and talented people. And they, on their part, have generally been tolerant of me.

(By the way, if you know me and you are reading these words and wondering if I am referring to you — of course I am. You know who you are.)

Some of these brilliant and talented people have even been related to me, either by blood or by marriage, and both count in my book.

And so it is with great pleasure that I get to announce I have added one more.

The artist of this comic, knowing that I am always wondering what the hell I will write about in this accompanying blog, decided to make it easy for me this week by announcing that he and his fiancee Jules had gotten married over the weekend.  Since our primary reaction — besides delighted laughter — was something along the lines of “it’s about damn time,” you may be sure that my wife and I could not be happier about all this.

We know that they had made several attempts to plan a more traditional wedding but found it always got bogged down in complications.  So they finally decided that they would just go get married by themselves, dragging along a couple of convenient friends as witnesses, and then once that part was over with they could just throw a party and any of their friends and family who feel like joining in can do so.  Takes all the pressure off.

Since my wife and I did very much the same thing ourselves, we certainly approve of the technique.  The only difference with us being that the artist himself was three years old at the time, so we had to arrange for a babysitter.  I’ve never been one for doing things in the proper order.

In any case, we now have added a daughter-in-law to the family, and we adore her, and she seems to think highly of our son, so we are just totally jazzed.

And I got a blog post out of it!  Win-win-win all around.  Congratulations to the happy couple!

Bob out.