My favorite is the ten whole minutes it took to decide to take a trip instead, per the clock on the wall.
What I love is that Mr. Tiger is wearing his muffin hat when at the table, but not while standing ragefully. 3 Star box lives!
3 Star box is the toybox, alas.
And actually, the rageful, hatless cat is the usual angry cat, who is me when I’m fucking flipping out.
Oh, Dude. I missed the cat switch.
I’m grateful that I have a friend who will not only accept baby clothes in that come in a liquor box, but who will also pass said box down to her heirs.
At the risk of being all Joe Nya-Nya, me and Appalachia got married in a coffee shop in the International District by our friend Paul. I think the total bill, not including the license, was about $5. So you can always just do that.
Of course, we later had a big party where our friends flew in from all over the country. But since it was a party and not a wedding there was a lot less hassle.
Though really, I still don’t particularly believe in marriage so I don’t really know why I’m even saying any of this.
So there.
I vote for the $5 coffeeshop wedding and a nice long trip-drug money funded or not.
:)
Our best friends wore matching overalls to city hall, got married, had back yard potluck barbecue two weeks later with his brother’s band as entertainment. Great party; total expenditure somewhere between $13 (for the license) and $100 (est. cost of beer and chips for 50 people).
Of course, in Seattle, you might not have a back yard barbecue season…
Trips are good. We’re (planning, at this point, on) doing a private ceremony, though parents will be there, at Secret Undisclosed Seattle Location and then going on a cruise. Speaking of Ye Olde More Debt…
You are so not an asshole.
You’re adorable.
P.S. You think your neighborhood is bad? Try living in London.
I heart “ye olde more debt”.
My favorite is the ten whole minutes it took to decide to take a trip instead, per the clock on the wall.
What I love is that Mr. Tiger is wearing his muffin hat when at the table, but not while standing ragefully. 3 Star box lives!
3 Star box is the toybox, alas.
And actually, the rageful, hatless cat is the usual angry cat, who is me when I’m fucking flipping out.
Oh, Dude. I missed the cat switch.
I’m grateful that I have a friend who will not only accept baby clothes in that come in a liquor box, but who will also pass said box down to her heirs.
At the risk of being all Joe Nya-Nya, me and Appalachia got married in a coffee shop in the International District by our friend Paul. I think the total bill, not including the license, was about $5. So you can always just do that.
Of course, we later had a big party where our friends flew in from all over the country. But since it was a party and not a wedding there was a lot less hassle.
Though really, I still don’t particularly believe in marriage so I don’t really know why I’m even saying any of this.
So there.
I vote for the $5 coffeeshop wedding and a nice long trip-drug money funded or not.
:)
Our best friends wore matching overalls to city hall, got married, had back yard potluck barbecue two weeks later with his brother’s band as entertainment. Great party; total expenditure somewhere between $13 (for the license) and $100 (est. cost of beer and chips for 50 people).
Of course, in Seattle, you might not have a back yard barbecue season…
Trips are good. We’re (planning, at this point, on) doing a private ceremony, though parents will be there, at Secret Undisclosed Seattle Location and then going on a cruise. Speaking of Ye Olde More Debt…
You are so not an asshole.
You’re adorable.
P.S. You think your neighborhood is bad? Try living in London.