Don't forget about the Holy Ghost, the José Carreras of that particular triumvirate.
How could I possibly forget?
I'm feeling particularly cranky about religion right now, so I want to be careful to not be too much of a dick to Jeremy about this. A short story for the kids as I'm in the mood to vent.
So, after years of frustrating the shit out of Ms Eye (and her mexican family), I've finally asked her to marry me and we're tying the knot next year in Vallarta on a lovely catamaran. We've decided to avoid the trappings of a usual mexican wedding entirely as I'm a complete heathen and while Ms Eye is mildly culturally catholic, I can count the amount of times she's been in a church over the last 5 years on one hand. The catholic church is in no way, shape or form involved in approving our union and we're doing it on said boat by the Los Arcos rocks just outside of Mismaloya, and not anywhere within screaming distance of an approved house of worship.
This works perfect for me, my family and friends, as well as Ms Eye and her family and friends...with one exception. Her mother is a ridiculously devout catholic who has moaned in the past about my not being catholic, not being willing to get inducted into their little cult for the sake of her approval, living with her daughter without marrying her, etc, etc, etc.
So now that we've announced the wedding date and details, her mother is threatening to not come (don't threaten me with a good time lady) because "If Jesus and Mary aren't invited, I'm not invited". No shit.
Anything that can cause a mother to miss one of the most important dates of her daughters life over a difference of world views is mental illness, full stop.
