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But Joan knew Penny would tell her to stop being so narcissistic, that there were bigger fish to catch. Frying would be out of the question. Joan was a Vegan, which of course only brought more problems to the proverbial wedding table. Would the menu be totally Vegan, her chance once and for all to force her taste upon unsuspecting loved ones. If they could only try it, she thought. How surprised her mother would be when she told her that there would be no prime rib, eloquent quail, or even a perfect meringue on what? What did meringue go on anyway other than on lemon pie and lemon pie would not with her strawberry wedding cake?

Oh, what is the point, her mind asked? Not longer able to sit, she had begun pacing the carpeted floor. Her sock-covered feet almost blended into the shaggy carpet.

Maybe she should call Penny. Penny would come up with a creative solution. Heck, maybe, if she played her cards right, Penny would even coordinate the whole wedding. Then again, she was not much of a card player, preferring the challenge of a solitary crossword puzzle. Penny had know Rog longer, being that she was his older sister. If Joan put the whole thing in Penny's lap ,at least she, Joan, little miss-interrupt-everyone's-life, would not be responsible for the outcome. She could blame it all on her future sister-in-law. Heck, Penny might be thrilled to have more in her life then the current quest to find herself - yet again. Was every thirty-something female so introspective?

Penny had already agreed to design the programs, the place cards, and anything else that required pretty words in type. It only made sense to allow her to have complete artistic control. Was not that what Penny always complained about? Not having complete creative freedom to show her brilliance, that was if there was anything brilliant to graphic design. For all Joan knew, one could get the same results on her mother's old word processor. That had three type faces, fonts Penny would correct her, in which to choose.

Yes, that was it, she would call Penny and give her the honor of coordinating her dream wedding. Penny would be thrilled! Now, where was that cellphone? It had to be somewhere under all the bride magazines and catalogs.