Sometimes I feel like no one gets my sense of humor. Then I go home and see my brothers and laugh harder than I ever have. One of my brothers got married this weekend and I was standing in the cake cutting line. It was casual but pretty, all of the guests were cutting their own slice of a three layer cake which I've never seen before. I was standing in the back of the line watching the bottom layer get smaller and smaller because the human instinct was to leave the flowers on the top tier alone. Plus, people kept taking pieces right next to each other. My thought process was this:
"Ok, manner side of my brain which I never use, is it better to watch the cake fall or remark about the structural integrity. Manner side of my brain, where are you? Stupid wedding manners".
Then one of my brothers went to the front of the line and remarked:
"Now, I'm not an architect, but I do play Jenga and so I think if we all cut from the bottom..."