Go, Joe! That's great.
Saffron: But we've been wed. Aren't we to become one flesh? Mal: Well, no, uh... We're still two fleshes here, and I think that your flesh ought to sleep somewhere else.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
-t - Jun 02, 2009 8:23:36 am PDT #11726 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Pix - Jun 02, 2009 8:32:48 am PDT #11727 of 30000
The status is NOT quo.
And so begins pressure from ND's sister to include the family at the ceremony (which we're planning to do very privately for a number of important reasons). The opening ploy involved evoking guilt about how depressed his mom is.
Keep in mind that we've already said we will have a big party when we return.
smonster - Jun 02, 2009 8:34:20 am PDT #11728 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
See, if only it were Michael Rosenbaum as Lex, in glorious purple ice, it would be a perfect world.
They should film freeze that and show serve it every Christmas summer.
sj - Jun 02, 2009 8:35:18 am PDT #11729 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
And so begins pressure from ND's sister to include the family at the ceremony (which we're planning to do very privately for a number of important reasons). The opening ploy involved evoking guilt about how depressed his mom is.
Good luck with all of that. It's amazing how few people understand that your wedding is supposed to be about the two of you.
Nora Deirdre - Jun 02, 2009 8:40:09 am PDT #11730 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
And so begins pressure from ND's sister to include the family at the ceremony (which we're planning to do very privately for a number of important reasons). The opening ploy involved evoking guilt about how depressed his mom is.
Sorry, Kristin- I know that's gotta be tough. Makes me want to say, "thank you for making me regret my decision to share my happy news with you!"
I guess just be firm, consistent, and stick to the script. Hope it doesn't get under ND's skin too much.
I'm sure you guys expected something like this, but it still sucks to have to deal with it.
My suggestion: short engagement- do the deed the way you want to as soon as is feasible, this cuts down on the length of nagging time before the event!
-t - Jun 02, 2009 8:40:59 am PDT #11731 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Nora is smart.
beth b - Jun 02, 2009 8:41:11 am PDT #11732 of 30000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
ha . Vegas baby!
seriously, once we started inviting people we couldn't figure out how not to invite people. ( though I had an idea -- I was going to have the wedding at the end of hike -- but Matt wouldn't go for it) So vegas was it
amych - Jun 02, 2009 8:42:42 am PDT #11733 of 30000
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
I think you can probably guess my suggestion. (It involves telling people after you elope, as always.)
Nora Deirdre - Jun 02, 2009 8:43:54 am PDT #11734 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Yeah, we also explored having a very few loved ones at our wedding, but really, you can't invite some and not others. At least with a full out total elopement, everyone is dissed equally!
I say you guys come out to Vermont and get married at Teppy's brother's brewpub.
... Oh wait, I'm projecting a little there.
Fay - Jun 02, 2009 8:44:38 am PDT #11735 of 30000
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Were I ever to get married, then I'm very fond of the notion of being married in Vegas by an Elvis impersonator.