The Pennsylvania marriage thing exists because that's how Quakers marry - there is no clergy marrying you. You declare yourself as engaged to the congregation and they help you along and then you say you're married and so you are. And so here you can get a special license and do it yourself with some witnesses (I have a few friends who have done so, and had I been married in this state I would have done the same).
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I actually don't know how to play poker. I'm pretty good with Taki. [link]
Hell, I do the cards very, very rarely.
I prefer Israeli camping games. They require a certain amount of knowing the field, camouflage, deception and tend to be... kind of extreme.
"She's not my special lady, she's my god damned lady friend!"
t /Lebowski
OK, now I'm weirdly paranoid about my waxy ears, never having had a doctor get stuff out of there, but being a bad person who uses a Qtip, and having had doctors tell me I have waxy ears. Hrm...I probably have eons of bad things in my ears that need an earhook to get out or something.
Better an earhook than an asshook, though, dontcha think?
DH's aunt is, to quote Lois Bujold, violently allergic to marriage after first exposure, and so refers to the man she's been living with for the last 25 years as her "partner." They also have not combined their libraries. (And each of them has, I would guess, approximately 5 billion books. With a LOT of overlap.)
They also have not combined their libraries
Wow. Hubby and I did that within the first month of meeting. We got married a year later.
Lewis and I haven't really combined our libraries but that's mostly because we have wildly divergent tastes.
TCG and I haven't combined our libraries but we borrow liberally from one another. Of course right now there are books everywhere. Oddly enough the house elves did not clean it while we were at the beach.
So, The Boy left this afternoon for an ADD conference out of town, and I came home to find this note on the dining room table: [link]
What a sweetheart.