It’s become readily apparent that my fiancé and I have very different ideas about formality. He wants a limo, I just want to car pool; that type of thing. He tells me I have to do something a certain way, and I retort, who says so, and on and on it goes.
in saecula in saeculorum, amen.
Speaking of things you are told you “have” to do . . . the fiancé and I have ditched the china. No, I didn’t toss them out for target practice with my .38. (But that would have been most entertaining.) We just looked at each other one day, and asked, “Why are we getting this stuff?”
We are going to be moving quite a bit, so packing expensive dinnerware would be more stressful than anything. Plus, we wouldn’t use it. Holidays will be spent at one of our parents’ houses. And then we plan to have kids. Who break china. Plus, I'm more of a klutz than any kid I'll have.
Two more months. The devil is really in the details.
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