W-Day

Wow, just a week shy of Friday the 13th. I really feel we should have pushed the date of our nuptials back, because it would be perfectly fitting of my world. But, heck no, we're not waiting any longer that possible.

The week I was SUPPOSED to get married, I was perfectly healthy, the weather was absolutely beautiful and it was MLK weekend, so we'd have more time to, you know.. Ahem. Well, we are getting married February 6th, it's supposed to rain and snow all day, I have RSV and we only get the weekend to, you know....Blush! How's that for Luck of Megan. I swear if I didn't have the front row parking of Megan Makin' Bacon, I'd send myself to Iraq and just stand next to the jihad. Who knows what would become of them.

However the more I've thought about it, the more I realize, it doesn't matter what the weather is like, or well, maybe it matters a little that I'm sick, but, what really matters is Bobby and I are going to be sealed together forever. Not just married, sealed. I can hear everyone now, warning Bobby away from the COM, Curse of Megan, but let me just rest your troubled hearts. I've warned him, quite imfatically. The dude just won't listen. So either he's an angel of mercy or a glutton for punishment, I don't know. But I'm sure lucky I found him. That's the only luck I really care about or would ever want.

So while ya'll are enjoying your Friday nights tomorrow, no blushing or aheming about it, I'll be "smuggled" up next to the best man in the entire world.