So tonight… Mr. P and I got married. I never thought that I’d be married on a freezing cold January weekday in my living room. At least it’s quite hard to get stood up in one’s living room.
The Justice of the Peace was a lovely middle-aged woman, with thick long hair, wonderful glasses, and a faded English accent. She read the traditional wedding vows, asking Mr. P and I in turn if we took each other to be our lawful wedded spouses. Mr. P said “Yes, I do.” I said “I do.” After quoting Mark Twain, she made her pronouncement:
I now pronounce you husband and wife. May your days be good and long upon this abundant, green earth.
Yes, we are now legally wed, but since we didn’t gush our vows or exchange any rings, and since none of our family or friends were there to witness it or cheer us on, the marriage is only unofficially official. Hopefully, the wedding night will be surprisingly official for a Wednesday.
As I told (warned) Mr. P, “Now you need a lawyer to get rid of me.” To which he retorted, “All I need to get rid of you is to lose my job and develop a passion for Nascar.” See, we’re already an old married couple, and it’s only been an hour.
