Jul. 16th, 2008 11:13 pm
i can haz huzben?
Tonight, another step forward on the unrelenting treadmill of ever-closer coupledom:
monshu and I opened a joint checking account. I told him that, once we have a place together, we will definitely qualify for domestic partnership under my employer's guidelines. Hello, brave new world of quasi-semi-marriage! If I believed in augurs and portents, I'd make much of the fact that, as we signed the papers, the sky darkened behind the clerk and the wind began to blow from the north. When we stepped outside, we found that cool breezes had blown away the stifling humidity and made the outdoors once more a pleasant place to be.
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Aber wem sag ich das doch?
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This is the moment in movies where the embarrassed idiot just keeps talking and winds up accidentally saying something offensive. I'll stop.
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My lovely wife is Brazilian, so that rather offsets my own penchant for painful embarrassment, thank god. She's also slowly training me to stand in the way, complain to officials, talk back to doctors, park illegally when the need is pressing and loiter in my car outside shops, rather than driving around for 10 minutes looking for a valid space in order to do a 3 minute task.
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That's a big step. Congratulations!
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Oh, and, hello there! What brings you to the Death of Imagination?
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So where are you registered?
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As for your quasi-semi-wedding present, have a not-so-funny Dutch pun about marriage:
Echtgenoten: verleden tijd van echt genieten.
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