Giles ,'Get It Done'
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Teppy, definitely better to vent here. I'm sure if you called them out on it, they'd be baffled about what they did wrong, even though they are most definitely wrong.
JZ, if you're around can I just say how very bad you are for introducing me to the crack that is zulilly.com. I want to buy my niece all the things.
When Stephen and I told people we were getting married -- in December, and we decided in August, and I was 21 and he was 23 -- you would not believe how many people asked me to my face if I was pregnant. Uh, no.
And being really uncharitable to some of them, I explained very carefully how ill my mother was and that we wanted to be sure she could be at our wedding.
That was fun.
When Stephen and I told people we were getting married -- in December, and we decided in August, and I was 21 and he was 23 -- you would not believe how many people asked me to my face if I was pregnant. Uh, no.
OMFG, people.
When Stephen and I told people we were getting married -- in December, and we decided in August, and I was 21 and he was 23 -- you would not believe how many people asked me to my face if I was pregnant. Uh, no.
Wow. (I have had a few friends get married that quickly and that young, and I may have thought, "Hmm, wonder if she's pregnant," but I certainly knew better than to actually ask.)
I certainly knew better than to actually ask
Exactly.
I got married at 19 and never had anyone ask if I was pregnant. Then again, I kinda wish at least one person, like my mom, had asked me if I really knew what I was doing. But without doing that I wouldn't have my marvelous kids, so there is that.
My parents were married when Mom was 24, which her family considered old (my great-grandmother used to tell her she was going to have to put her on a shelf and dust her). Their engagement was a very short one, so everyone was convinced she was pregnant, but I didn't come along for another 6 years.
I have no real opinion on how long stuff like that should take. Because I had a plan for five years that took more like ten or twelve, and I'm still not where I want to be. Although, yes, Tep, if Tim ran off with a dressmaker or something, I would have probably thought "Too bad, I thought he was the one."
Oh, everybody assumed I was pregnant. I mean, who would leave a good Christian school in the dead of night if not because she's knocked up? Years later, I told Dave, well, I guess they don't think I was pregnant anymore! And he said, naw, they probably just think you aborted.
It took Tim's dad longer than I expected to bring up the Hypothetical Imaginary Catholic Wedding (I seriously thought he would bring it up when we called to tell him we were engaged). But he waited until last night, which made it over a week.
He asked Tim last night if he could "do a reading" at the wedding, which of course implies Catholic Mass. Tim tactfully said, "If we have that kind of a wedding, you definitely can do a reading." But then his dad said he really wanted Tim to think about going up to the Catholic church in our neighborhood to talk to the priest there -- the priest is actually a high-school buddy of Tim's dad, and they still get together once in a whille. Anyway, he wants us to go talk to the priest, etc., etc. And Tim tactfully said, "We'll think about that."
*I* think it would just be easier to definitively tell him "We aren't going to have a church wedding because we don't belong to a church, and it would be hypocritical to join a church just so we can get married there." Because telling his dad we'll think about going to our neighborhood church is just going to get his hopes up. I think it's better to pull the band-aid off fast. But he's Tim's dad, so I'll let Tim deal with him.