This was the sign I made to help guests find our wedding.  I'm a Sadie!
Elizabeth's coworker doesn't quite understand why Bill isn't waving back.  
Friend Kim had a less than suave date.
This was a thing that was seen in real life.  I think she meant to wear the glasses ironically.  I'm not sure about everything else.
And the gods said, "Thou shalt have either the soup or the sandwich, but both the soup and the sandwich thou shalt not have. For to have both the soup and the sandwich is excessive and a blasphemy to the gods. Fatty."  
My friend Fran lives in Australia.  They have some exciting wildlife there.  One day, she went for a walk and came face to face with something called a Carpet Snake.  The End.  (Epilogue:  Fran is fine, the snake didn't get her.  Maybe Carpet Snakes don't eat people.  For all I know, they don't even have teeth.  But they probably do.  I'm betting they probably have teeth.)
Sometimes, people come up to my desk and start talking to me in a language that I do not speak.  And sometimes, the people refuse to allow me to call an interpreter, and they  insist on talking louder in the language that I do not speak.  This leads to great confusion.  And sometimes, that confusion is compounded when a messenger arrives with flowers and candy from my honey, and I don't know whether to feel the happy surprise from the love-gifts, or the panicky distress from the mystery-yellers.  
On my morning commute, I tromped down the stairs to the Red Line and accidentally found myself face to face with some strange man.  He had his arms crossed over his chest, and did not seem in a hurry to get anywhere, unlike everyone else in the subway.  So, you know how sometimes you find yourself locked into eye contact with someone, and time stops and you can't figure out how to make it start again so you can look away and end the horrifying awkwardness?  Yeah, that happened.  It was very early, and I was still partly asleep and not sure if the things around me were real or just very dull dreams. So, there we were, spellbound in uncomfortable (for me) eye contact, neither of us moving.  Then I heard the rumble of the train approaching.  Very slowly, and without breaking the eye contact, the strange man raised his arm and pointed at the oncoming train.  It was just like that moment in A Christmas Carol when the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come points Ebeneezer toward the mysterious tombstone that bears his own name.  I finally broke out of the time bubble, turned away, and got on my train.  So, yeah, I'm pretty sure that guy was Death, and I just wasn't the one he was there for.  
Jon's successful home brew.
My friend Sami locked herself out.  Kitty was no help.