Why did you go visit him in the middle of the week instead of on a weekend as usual? you ask. That is a good question, faithful reader. Except, if you were a faithful reader you would know. Let me rephrase: That is a good question, new reader. The reason I went to visit Scott in the middle of the week was so we could get a marriage license.
We have one now. Yay! I'd show it to you, but there's that pesky "identifying info" bit. A couple of funny moments:
Did you know that if you're going to the county courthouse in a major metropolitan area THERE MIGHT NOT BE FREE PARKING? I'm way spoiled by living in the boonies. Fortunately the parking meter took small change and Scott and I scraped together enough dimes and nickels to get about an hour and a half of parking. (There were 42 minutes left when we got back; I proclaimed those a gift to the person who parked there after us.)
Scott had to put down his mother's maiden name. (He was aware of this going in.) But then I had to correct his spelling (fortunately, his mother's name on Facebook is First Maiden Last, all spelled out). Then when the clerk (who was a very nice man) was going through all the names confirming the spelling thereof, when he got to Mrs. Cobbler's maiden name Scott looked at me to confirm that it was spelled correctly. I should probably just embrace my position as person who knows everything about everyone. (Also known as Creepy Stalker.)
If people keep doing this kind of thing I'm going to have to put more stuff on there...
Well, a certain Mrs. W. (who happens to be the person who hosted my bridal shower) was asking my mom if Scott and I needed any furniture, because she goes garage sale-ing a lot and could keep an eye out for good bargains. So my mom mentioned our desire for a Big Comfy Chair and Mrs. W said that one of her friends is getting rid of a recliner to make room for a new one. So now we're apparently getting a recliner for free; we just need to go pick it up at some point.
When we were looking at one of the apartments, the lady who was showing us around asked if we were currently living together.
Me: "No, but we're getting married in two weeks."
Does that count as taking a stand for traditional values? I'm a nonconfrontational troglodyte so I don't get very many evangelization opportunities.
Yes, I DO want to squeeze his cheeks or something just about every time I'm over there. I have a feeling a gangly teenager would not appreciate that, though, so I restrain myself.
(I don't get the "SOOO cute!" reaction with MYB or EYB. Maybe because YYB was the only one who was still little when I met them all. Or maybe there's some kind of cute threshhold that gets crossed when you're less than 7 years younger than I am.)
Then we got onto the subject of priests, I think because TOS told her mother that if all the boys get married then the girls will finally outnumber the boys. And Mrs. Cobbler said she still had hope that one of the boys would become a priest. (She's 0 for 3 at the moment, but she's still got three chances.) So then I was telling Scott how my life plan is to have a whole bunch of boys (I didn't specify, but by a whole bunch I mean something like 6-8) and that way I can sort of generally proclaim that I want one of them to grow up to be a priest without putting undue psychological pressure on any one of them. But if we have all girls we can be like The Little Flower's parents. (I don't have a plan for what happens if we have only one or two boys.) That segued into a discussion about whether gender distribution is genetic (i.e. Mrs. Cobbler said that we're likely to have a fair number of boys since the Cobbler family in general is predominantly male). And then we just started watching videos of Kermit the Frog on YouTube.
Random ending note unrelated to everything else: Next Thursday is my birthday! I'm excited.
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