It's a wedding, Teppy. There is a special form of Murphy's Law that applies.

Back when I was in college, the bride of a HS buddy of mine sprained her ankle at the altar between the rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner, after everyone but she, the groom, and the officiating minister had left the church. No one thought to call the families before going to the ER, so we had a houseful of people at the groom's parents' getting hungrier and antsier as the clock ticked and nobody heard from them. At one point the groom's mother, one of the meekest, most polite people I've ever met snapped and screamed "WHERE'S THE DAMN PREACHER?!?" at the top of her lungs in front of the whole wedding party.

Timelies all!

Happy Birthday P-C!

Hugs to all who want them.

My stress level is pretty good, though the weekly phone call from my folks doesn't help. (I am an adult, and have been so for many years. I do =not= need my dad to remind about things I know need doing. Sheesh.)

Cider donuts for the win!

I saw this gorgeous coat online on Nordstrom's. I clicked the image, pored over the pictures.

Then I looked at the price.

Wait for it.

$1400.

I screamed and closed that tab quickly.

Damnit, I think I'm going to have to concede defeat on swimming tonight. This storm is just not moving out fast enough.

Fine. I'm going to HomeDespot.

Cider donuts for the win!

Would that be Cold Hollow Cider Mill? (Yes, as the picture caption says, we are dorks.) Those donuts are so good, I am willing to endure a gluten reaction for eating one.

Good luck with the hospital, ita.

Tep, I'm sorry it was such an ordeal, but I am super happy that you got the license! Honestly, now all you need is someone to sign it and a couple of witnesses and you are officially married. All the other stuff is window dressing. Don't get me wrong, pretty dresses and cupcakes and convivial relatives are good things, but if everything else goes to hell you will still get married. And that thrills me because I ship you and Tim so hard.

Fuckin' Webassign.

Honestly, now all you need is someone to sign it and a couple of witnesses

In Ohio, you don't actually need witnesses. The souvenir marriage license has 2 lines for witnesses to sign, but it's not the real license anyway.

Ohio is a little sketchy.

Ha! That's even better.

We had, like, eight witnesses sign our Ketubah, but the official license was witnessed by a couple of Temple Sinai's employees because they were around and that way it didn't have to be a whole production. Still on our wedding day, but before the ceremony and people were still getting ready and whatnot. It was kind of a nice moment, just me and DH and Rabbi Cohen and a couple of strangers in an office, and it was official.