one picture.

     and almost 3 months later the "challenge" that was supposed to take 10 days is finally completed with a picture of myself. i lurve pictures of myself and this one especially. the genuine happiness in this picture is completely apparent. this is that "holy crap, god created the perfect man for me, i get to spend my life with him and i feel freaking skinny gorgeous right now" moment.

(this is not "the" dress so stop freaking the fuck out about it)

     and i've also decided to treat you freaks fans to the details of our secret wedding. so brace yourself. taylor and i decided, for a multitude of reasons, that it would be best for us (well, mostly me) to get married before the marine corps moved us to california. that left us about 6 weeks to plan a wedding... not really something i wanted to do. 

     our marriage needed to be quick and easy (much like he was on our first date)... and planning that sounded like a perfect job for my groom. yep, Taylor planned our wedding marriage, which totally explains why we got married at 9am in front of some random lady's fireplace.

     thursday, august 11th rolled around and my wedding planner fiance informed me that i had to sneak my birth certificate away from my parent's file cabinet in order to get our marriage license. i tried to be so sneaky in this covert operation and avoid all "what do you need that for?" questions but i was caught. by dale... and bless his heart, the only thing he thought to ask was "are you going on a cruise?" i don't even remember how i responded to that pitiful question or if i said anything at all. i was expecting a full-throttle interrogation and this man was thinking of pleasure cruises...

     the next day we went down to the courthouse to file for our marriage license. the courthouse was a zoo, a mexican zoo, that morning. we couldn't find a parking spot and in a desperate attempt to keep the "quick and easy" theme going, we parked in a family friend's driveway. fearing she might see my car and get suspicious i sent her a quick text: hey! can't find parking and i gotta run on the courthouse for a few minutes for work. parked in your driveway. thank you :) her response should have been: you're an event planner at a municipal golf course and you have no business taking care of any of their legal issues. what are you really up to? but she, like my father, was naive as hell and just went with it.

    we ran in the courthouse, saw the metal detectors and then immediately ran back out because... did you know you can't take your cell phone in those places? that's some bullshit. anyway, when we were safely back in there with no ability to contact the outside world, we successfully obtained our marriage license and got the hell out of dodge... before anyone asked for my autograph.

     i have no recollection of what else happened that day. i probably got shit balls drunk and blacked out. funny, that's exactly what i'm doing right now. i'll blog about the "marriage day" later... the keyboard is starting to look all melty-like.