First day of the A to Z Blog Challenge and there's really not going to be a lot to this post. After all, not only is it April Fool's Day but also my wedding... Kinda... Sorta... Maybe...
I'm not sure what to call it now that I think about it. My boyfriend of eight years and I aren't going to have a ceremony. There's no white dress or quaint church. There's no list of attendees. Including me and Kel eight people will be there. My parents, my little sister and my two best friends whom I've known all my life so their attendance is mandatory. Plus one bff's boyfriend who will probably get elbowed and have "HINT! HINT" whispered at him the whole time.
It's not going to be much of a ceremony. The main reason we're finally tying the knot is Kel got a job with health insurance but I'm the one with medical problems. Don't fret, that's not the only reason, we are madly in love with each other. Hello, eight years together has to mean something right?
So we're getting married and that means everything is going to be messed up. Taxes next year will be totally different, joint checking accounts, both of us on car insurance and I need to figure out what to do about my name. Apparently a woman can take her maiden name and use it as her middle name then take her husband's last name. But Kel has informed me that would make my initials PBR and that's a crappy beer, thus making it out of the question. I don't want to give Lynne up anyways. I've been tacking it on everywhere, my writer friends know me as Patricia Lynne. Honestly, I'd rather keep my maiden name. Despite people butchering the pronunciation (it's Bo - like a bow and arrow - din - like time for din-din) I'm fond of it.
I think I'll worry about that tomorrow. If we get married tomorrow. My mother, while on the phone with me, says, "Did you make an appointment?" I was silent. Nothing we found said we needed to make an appointment. Maybe we're being rash but we figured we'd just show up at the right place with the right paperwork and that'd be that. Speaking of phones, I should probably call my grandma and tell her at some point. It's a little late for 80 year old women so maybe tomorrow before the big event.
Wow, this post has gone on a lot longer than I thought. I'll leave you with this final image. A picture of the happy couple (me and Kel if you haven't guessed.) I'm especially happy in this picture because we just saw Green Day live and it was amazing. It's hard to decide who I love more: Kel or Green Day. (His shirt says Save the planet, it's the only one with beer.)