That’s right. I got hitched again the other day. And not to My Beloved. Nope. As a matter of fact, I haven’t even told him yet. I mean, how do you tell your husband that you’re now a bigamist? I don’t suppose he’ll cotton to the idea, but I can’t undo it now. Besides, I really, truly love this person. The proposal was perfect, surprising. I was completely swept off my feet, and well, how could I say no to that?
“Tee Tee.”
My niece was on the phone.
(Yeah. What were YOU thinkin’? *Gasp* Well, I am truly shocked and appalled!)
“Yes, Piper?”
“Wiw you mawwy me?”
“Yes, I will.”
“Dat’s good. Okay. Put your awm stwaight out.”
I did so.
“Is your awm out, Tee Tee?”
“Yes, Pipey. Are we married now?”
“Umm, no. Now put your weg stwaight out, too.”
Hmm …. the ceremony was a tad more calisthenic than my first wedding, but nonetheless, both arm and leg were stuck out as required by the ritual.
“Okay, Piper. Are we married now?”
“Yeah. Ahhh-men.”
Oh, so simple. No long months of laborious planning. No lingering family feuds. No heavy, regrettable wedding dress. Or hair.
Just some calisthenics. An “amen.” And … pfffftt. We’re married. Yep. I’m gonna do all my weddin’s this way from now on.
And, of course, now MB has some serious competition. Ohhh, yeah. Don’t think I won’t be using THAT.