Goddammit malls are so freaking useless. White is just not a color they sell in "evening" wear - like they're against eloping or shotgun weddings all together. Really? You're pro kiosks to buy lawn ornaments of naked garden gnomes with acne, but not my 3-week engagement? Judgmental jerks.
Some of my friends were disappointed that a blood test is no longer required for a marriage license - thought we'd feel better knowing neither of us had HIV. One of my cousins told me that our family would probably be more excited/interested if I were just preggo - we rally around shotgun weddings in my clan.
"Think about it, to our crew, it just makes more sense."
My dad invited me to lunch yesterday to reconfirm, privately and face to face, that I'm not actually pregnant.
"I'm ok with the way this is happening, but would not be ok with a secret baby. No secret baby, right?"
No secret baby. What am I, a moron?
JKR had a meltdown last night because his wallet was stolen 5 years ago and he never had his social security card replaced. Meh, I'll just print one on my computer. There's probably a template for that in Word, right? Turns out, he had the stub for the social security card and we were able to get our marriage license today. The clerk and JKR both spelled Louisiana wrong and when I pointed that out, they told me I was wrong, and it's spelled Lousiana. I felt like a moron until 5 minutes later when we got in the car and I googled it on his phone. No, I am a 3-time spelling bee champion and I can spell the states. I think our license is still legal, though, so that's cool.
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