(Adj.) Lacking congruity, such as: not harmonious, incompatible; not conforming, disagreeing; inconsistent within itself
So, two people obtained copies of a marriage certificate between Caitriona and Tony.
I've thought a LOT, and the answer is: NOTHING.
More emphatically: NOT A DAMN THING.
Its very existence is incongruous with my mountain of receipts. It doesn't fit. I don't care whence it came, or how, or if it's true. I don't even care if one day Queen Elizabeth II herself swears on the legacy of her late cousin-husband that she was a surprise guest at the ceremony.
I'll be the first to admit that I am an extremely jaded person when it comes to marriage. I've been married twice, and both were horrendous failures. I was the breadwinner both times. I was the social butterfly both times. Neither man had an interesting personality or a single success in his career.
Sound familiar? Because good God, it should.
So I don't care if she's been married to Tony and cheating with Sam. Marriage, I always say, is a business arrangement, pure and simple. It IS.
So, did she really marry the guy we've seen her hand off her purse and coat to? The guy who walks behind her? The guy she looks pained to be photographed with? The guy she can't even name? Who has no social media identity, is too shy to submit to an interview, and only has eyes for his iPhone?
Maybe... but see @ashmarie1687 for some intel on what's been "redacted for privacy". đ
But we have so much more.
I dug through my đđđđđđđ§Ÿđ§Ÿđ§Ÿ and included as many as I could for you here:
And finally this, from my Applied Lip Reading series (filmed just months before August 10, 2019):
That was unscripted, obscured by Roger's voice, and very ad-libbed. But there it is. That's real, and so are the thousands of đ§Ÿđđ between Sam and Cait.
So... since we know next to nothing about Tony, here's a guess:
Maybe his interplanetary visa was about to expire and it's a green card marriage to avoid deportation.
Anything else is completely incongruous.
