Yours truly and Le Boyfriend are tying the knot. (Did I just hear
a collective whoop? Or was that a groan of 'Another one bites the dust' from
all the awesome single people? Just crickets? Okay.)
We're all blasé about it. Like yeah, yeah. It’s no big deal. Just getting
married. Ho hum. But unbeknownst to the outside world, we are hiding highly
mushy and uncool things like secret glows and countdowns and day dreams of
getting our own place and arguing over the remote control.
And there are a couple of other whoppers lined up. How will LB put
up with my cooking? Will we be a refreshing, non-barf inducing, super cool
couple or will we degenerate into the stereotypical, blah hubby and wife duo?
And what becomes of my budding aspirations to write for a living? And LB’s
budding aspirations of home makeovers? Will there be Pan Galactic Gargle
Blasters? All this and more, only on this very site, my good people. Don’t fall
off the edge of your seats from excitement. You’ll surprise the crickets.
