From Him Mondays: Screech.
The more I think about the wedding, the more I think about the Justice of the Peace.
But I want the big, family-included-soiree as much as anyone. This would all be a little easier, of course, if we were at different points in our lives. If I hadn’t been let-go, if Lizzie wasn’t still in school, if we didn’t have a hard enough time making ends meet before. But what it all comes down to, at this point, is that waiting any longer feels like not telling the truth. We’ve pushed back the wedding date a year and a half already in the name of practicality.
So today I’m dreaming of simpler times. When a man in a kilt and a woman in a village would marry, all their friends and family would be there – because they were the other villagers…Unfortunately, that scenario also has Prima Nocta in it….and that I do not approve of. You can take my land, but you can never take my freedom..or my woman before or after our marriage.
Time to put on blue-face-paint and declare war against twenty-something poverty. On an unrelated note, if anyone knows of anywhere you can make yourself into a charity, I’m open to suggestions. Kidding. Kind of.
Lizzie’s mom took us to Medieval Times before school started as one last vacation before the world started turning again. It was awesome, campy, weird, and a much needed break from daily shtuff. If you’re like me and you haven’t been in the last ten years, you should check it out again. It’s gotten much smaller. Or I’ve grown up a lot.