The View From Wisconsin

I'll throw my $0.02 worth in on the saga of Ms. Jennifer Willbanks:

Boy, what was she thinking?

"Oh, honey, I'm going out for a jog, I'll be back." And she doesn't take her wallet, keys or credit cards with her?

Granted, if she didn't know where she was going, that's understandable. And, if she didn't want to be found, that's understandable, too. But did it ever occur to her that she might not have enough cash to get home once she was done having her pre-wedding fling?

Right now, if I were the fiancee, I'd be sitting down and having a long talk with my betrothed about this little incident:

• "Uh, honey, if things start getting rough for us once we're married, are you just going to go out for another jog?"
• "You didn't do anything while you were in Vegas, did you?"
• "If you didn't want to go to Talladega for our honeymoon, you could have just said something!"
  
• "Wait a minute - my best man is 40-ish and drives a blue van!"
• "So now that you've checked it out, how was Wynn's, anyways?"
• "And how the heck did you end up Albuquerque, anyways?"
  

Let's hope that, wherever they fly on their honeymoon, the movie they show in-flight will be (pause) The Runaway Bride...