... and hilarious. In several unintended ways.
What do I mean? Well. Prepare for some over-sharing, if you really want to know.
Since "a pop of T.A.R.D.I.S. blue" was our color scheme for the wedding, we ordered Red Velvet Cupcakes from our favorite bakery - but requested they be dyed blue, rather than red. Cool, right? And with all that cream cheese frosting, they were delicious, and devoured by many. That night, we giggled and stuck out blue tongues at one another.
Then things got interesting.
The first text we received regarding the Cupcake Aftermath was from one of D's groomsmen, Don. It read:
Those Dr. Who cupcakes animated the effluence. My poo is blue, sir.
That was the first message we received regarding The Blue Poo Epidemic, but not the last.
Hey, one more communal experience, right?
Something old, something new, something borrowed... and an unexpected something blue.
Yep. Something like that would definitely happen to us, and bring much merriment to our friends. I've never heard so much about other people's shades of poo as I have these past two days. I promise to share more
Followed by blue poo.
*What a terrible first choice of words...