I have no idea what you are talking about. I was speaking purely hypothetically and in no way was impugning the character of my Aunt Edna. Oops.

Steph, if you get pressured into one of those retreats, could you and Tim turn up in your fun-time outfits? You in a corset (devil horns optional) and he in a skirt and heels ... you'd probably get expelled PDQ. Possibly excommunicated and exorcised as well.

Man, Liese - sorry you got hit by that mess.

Over on ravelry there is a long, long, long thread all about the scandale and what Knit Picks should have done. (Okay, haven't been there since the weekend - but I'm sure it's way out of control now.)

It was pretty awesome, honestly. For a long time Teppy was the only person who knew the story because she was one of the few people who knew my actual last name, but now that I'm all facebook outed and you all know my name is really Kprinkle, I figured I might as well spill here.

We nearly didn't get married.

We'd tried to elope, but couldn't, because our small christian college threatened to out us to my mother, so I called her instead. In the wee smas. She was unpleased. We didn't even have a car, so the SO's best friend drove him down to Tennessee to get me, and we escaped in the middle of the night, the day after my 18th birthday. Thereby spending the first night of our lives together in a hotel room with his friend.

Our families prevailed on us to have some freaking sense and wait until they could at least talk to us, which we did.

Upon arrival in Indiana, we were hiding out in our rented studio apartment of love, where we were found by his brother. We are not stealthy. Still not having a car, his other friend drove me to and from work every day, across town.

We finally caved to the family to have a "proper wedding" in which they could be involved. We were young and stupid and underestimated how much they loved us and wanted to be a part of our lives, no matter how monumentally they thought we were screwing up.

So we threw a wedding together in three weeks. We made it all super casual, with the chairs all arranged all in loops and stuff so people weren't so stiff. And we refused to have cake, because really, people just want food, so we fed them and gave them cookies.

This was deeply horrifying to Dave's aunt, who surreptitiously arranged for us to have a cake. Only it wasn't actually being made by someone who knew how to do cakes. So we got the aforementioned powder blue (I mean, tuxedo powder blue) cake with assorted decorations, including what was probably the title of Annie Sprinkle's last porn flick.

I swear to you I nearly walked out of the church. I was all, "Who ARE THESE PEOPLE?" I was completely horrified at what I was apparently marrying into, and my whole wedding that I DIDN'T WANT TO HAVE was completely taken over.

But I got bride-raged-out, and calmed down, and it was a lovely, lovely wedding. The SO played me down the aisle with a song he wrote for me, and my dad walked me, after many false starts because it wasn't the normal wedding song and he didn't know when to go! I wore my grandmother's 50 year old wedding kimonos since she wasn't able to get there from Hawaii in time. And all my college buddies showed up wearing ties, because I'd said they could wear whatever they wanted. (And they brought a box of my stuff I'd left.) And all the SO's buddies were there and they didn't say anything inappropriate to my mom.

So it was great. And now I have a wedding cake story that we tell to everyone we meet ever, and it made one of Dave's programming buddies literally fall out of his chair laughing. And our parents were wonderfully supportive and loving anyway, and we're all very close now, even though we caused them needless pain. See above re: young, stupid.

Man, Liese - sorry you got hit by that mess.

Yeah, it sucks. I'm still pretty miffed that I didn't rate an email from knitpicks directly -- I only found out from Betsy HP. I'm glad they judged that my account wasn't affected, only it TOTALLY WAS.

Wow Liese, that's a GREAT wedding story!

Aw, Liese, I love that story!

Baby blue cake FTW!

I love that wedding story.

So, at 2:30 this afternoon, there was a homicide on the corner where my new house is. Excuse me while I make a morbid joke that does not mean I am not concerned or that I think it's All About Me.

Nothing like crime scene tape to impress a potential roommate.

Thank you. As you were.

Uh, holy shit, smonster!