Sometimes the only answer is to just bang it out.

Like today, for example. Im in actual hell at my sisters over-the-top reality TV wedding and up until now, Ive been able to handle it all. The horrible bridesmaids. My relentless mother. Even the awful eighties fashion to fit the retro theme. But when my sister nonchalantly mentioned that she never even wanted me at the weddingthe producers insistedouch doesnt fully express how much it hurts.

So for the first time I dont think. I just do. And as a shy paleontologist who plans everything, I probably should have taken a moment.

But here we are.

Ive just asked the best man, who my sister absolutely loathes and who cant stand her right back, if hes up for a little naked revenge with me. The cameras are filming every horrifying second, and the whispers have begun. (Did I mention that the music happened to stop just as I asked him?)

But then his mouth quirks up, and he does the last thing I expect.