Weddings

We went to a football themed wedding tonight. It was at the U football stadium and pictures of football players were every where. We waited in line for half an hour surrounded by the greatest football moments in the university's history. The most impressive was the photo of the fans with their chests painted in support of their team: UT!S. They misspelled UTES!, forgeting the most important letter...the vowel. And they will be remembered for all times as the football fans that can't spell their own school mascot.
After I felt that I had successfully mocked our school's pathetic English department in front of my English major wife I went on to explain my "wedding philosophy": I don't want to ever run into anybody and say "hey didn't we meet at that wedding?' at which point Lucy turned around and asked the complete stranger behind us if he was a physician. They began to talk and I left the line and went to eat the refreshments.
They had nice little bite size key lime pies that were too hard to get out their pie pans. And a fountain that peed punch. After I thought about the peeing fountain I decided to go with the water.
I brought Lucy a pie back once I felt that there was no way the physician conversation could still be going on. I arrived and the guy who might have been the physician said "wow little pies!!" and I complained that the line still hadn't moved.

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Lucy says eating at night isn't good because eating in the morning is better. Well Bill says he is hungry NOW!!! Bill also says that wives should make quesadillas for their husbands when it is past 10 pm.


We went to Home Depot today, that place is big, you can get lost. They have enough materials to build a whole neighborhood. Lucy was afraid she was too good looking to be in the store and some one might take her, so she made Bill hold her hand the entire time. Which wasn't so bad. (emphasis on the "so").

Any way, when we got home from the amazing home depot, which is one of our favorite date activities by the way, Lucy was afraid of the aspestos in the floor. IN THE FLOOR!! She refuses to sweep because it will "Put asbestos in the air and make us die young." How young I ask. "Like fifty" she says. "I dont want to die when I am fifty!"

Well let me tell you something, if you are fifty you are O-L-D old. Your life is pretty much over and you have to eat dinner at four in the afternoon.