Daughter text to Dad , A Digital Wedding Tale

Daughter’s Message to Father: Hey Dad, get ready with your checkbook because I’m heading home soon to tie the knot! It’s pretty funny, right? I’m here in Australia, and my soon-to-be husband is all the way in the US. We actually met online, started chatting on Facebook, and had long conversations on WhatsApp.

Believe it or not, he popped the question over Skype, and for the past two months, we’ve been keeping up our relationship through Viber. Dad, I really hope you’ll give us your blessings and wish us well. Oh, and get ready for a big wedding! Love you loads, Lilly.

Father’s Response: Lilly, my dear, Well, isn’t that something? Sounds like quite the modern romance! Here’s a thought: why not get hitched on Twitter, have a blast on Tango, set up your wedding registry on Amazon, and handle all the payments with PayPal? And if you ever get tired of your new hubby, just put him up for sale on eBay. Sending you lots of love, Dad.

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