Going to the Chapel and We're....

Gonna get married...But, wait, scratch that...we're going to the courthouse. How romantic!

We do things backwards around here. First come love, then comes baby, then comes marriage in a ...uh...baby carriage?

Do what we say, not what we do!

We had a great 30 minutes at mom and dad's wedding. Grandpa was there to play photographer and the Auburn County Courthouse was there to play chapel. Mom played the groom and dad was the beautiful blushing bride. We didn't really stick to the traditions much to the chagrin of traditional families. BUT! we did get something old (grandpa), something new (you), something borrowed (the pen to sign the marriage certificate legally binding us for ALL of ETERNITY... in the state of California), and something blue (the marriage pamphlet that they hand out as guidelines to having a good marriage).

Leave it to us to make a mockery out of sacred wedding vows. During the ceremony..if you can call it that...mom said, "for RICHER or poorer" and she did enunciate RICHER with much emphasis.

Prior to that, we were deciding where to hold the ceremony (the choices were endless...a conference room which was booked, a trellis in the snack bar, and outside where the weather was...uh...less than gloomy), and mom said we couldn't hold the wedding outside because "she doesn't have a jacket"..and by "she" she meant, you, our beautiful daughter. But, dad, although intelligent most of the time, had a moment of , uh, normality, and thought mom was referring to the cowgirl that was going to conduct the ceremony. So, dad was like, "who cares if the lady has a jacket?" Yeah, your parents are dorks and you probaby got some of the dork gene too. I mean, look at those ears!