Sometimes I just want to forget My Big Fab Gay Wedding® (and having to pay for it all), run down to the courthouse with Jer, get the paperwork done, wait the 20 days, grab two friends to witness, and just do it.
“Hi, Mom? We got married.”
But then I think of the wedding registry, and that KitchenAid that I really want.
Love versus Greed. The eternal struggle.
It’s not like I need to marry him ASAP. He’s not going anywhere, being the sole beneficiary on my life insurance policy. 