You might know them better as Whitman’s or Pangburn’s.
Meh. Russell Stover is well, adequate, I suppose. What you want to watch out for is Palmer brand chocolate.
I’m assuming you’re kidding but if not, up yours. My parents marriage license had a flaw in it – the minister signed the wrong line or something – and it wasn’t discovered until years later. Luckily it was not discovered until some time after they’d moved from California to Arizona which was a common-law state (Cali was not) and they had proof of both cohabitation and consummation (me).
Wait, what! Did your folks get married at a drive through Elvis chapel like we did? We learned to our dismay that drunk Elvis impersonators aren’t as good with paperwork as one would like cause we were the ones who had to pay to get it filed again.
(We only got married because I was a government employee and he worked in the private sector. His much improved health insurance through my plan was much less expensive if we were married.)
PS. As far as I know @kayaker is currently living in sin and has no plans to avoid hell by getting married.
No, they were married in 1942 before anybody’d heard of Elvis.
Wait - where does god stand on the whole marriage thing, if you flub your (fed) line during the vow?
Is Barack Obama‘s experience is any indication, they probably have to redo it in the White House with the Supreme Court Chief Justice
Look - the female ordained Baptist minister was hard enough to find. Not to mention, the hard core Catholic grandfather (on her side… yea quaker heritage). I hope god and Tennessee are good with 20+ years of marriage and three sons.
Our pastor: “The miracle isn’t that the bread somehow becomes the body of Christ. The real miracle is that a stale, tasteless wafer somehow gets called bread.”
You seem to have a cool pastor. 
He is, but not as cool as the old senior pastor that slips a Lebowski line into every sermon.
This is the one who’s a nerd about LOTR and Princess Bride (he once started a wedding sermon with “Mawwidge…”, and did an Easter service on “There’s a big difference between mostly dead and all dead.")
I’m extremely non-religious, but I might attend that church…
Did the church have a Rectory Of Unusual Size?
I would think that a God who could change sub-par wine into hemoglobin, plasma and the like wouldn’t have any problem with a little elderberry.
My wife prefers and specifically asks for Palmer Easter candy. Weird, I know, but then she married me, so clearly she has a taste for oddity.
Didn’t a, or maybe the, Palmer factory explode? I’m not kidding.
OK, here it is. Chocolate factory victims: 7 killed in R.M. Palmer Company explosion identified - YouTube
We’ve had See’s here since before I was born (and I’m old), so I’ve never bought Russell Stover. I think I ate Whitman’s once when someone gave it to me, but one piece was enough. At See’s, you can go into the shop, and they not only won’t hassle you if you only want to buy one piece of candy, they’ll even give you a free piece even if you don’t buy anything. A “sweet” deal.
ETA: I’ve never heard of Palmer’s.
Lucky you.
I think a lot of the chocolate bunnies are Palmers, half anyway.
Yes, not a year goes by where I dont buy the $1 palmer bunnies.