*dusts*

[snicks_chan]

Some recappage:

• Chester turned out to be a girl.  PAPERWORK LIES TO YOU!  Do not trust it!  Examine all genitalia for verification BEFORE posting to Craigslist.  Failing to get any nibbles from the internet, I had planned to take her to an adoptathon this past Saturday and transfer her back to the shelter afterward...except they've had some issues

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[angel_vixen]

Well, the way I see it...

-- I'm already eternally in the doghouse with Dad's family for not marrying the moment I was legal and commencing to have a child every 18 months*. I've never been keen on inviting the hordes of them to a shindig because they'll expect to have their expenses fully paid (ritzy hotels with a pool for the zillion kids, a spa, etc.) and it'll break my already limited budget...and their idea of a good time is so totally not mine (oh, and they have vindictive senses of humor). They would kill me to "put me out of my misery" and declare blood-feud against his family.

-- My goodwill towards the vast majority of Mom's family is rapidly evaporating, and I already know they're planning to have the most "wham, bam, thank-you Ma'am" Catholic wedding for me because Mom keeps talking about the beautiful million-dollar-weddings my former classmates are having, and then looks at me and says "But not for you. You get a backyard barbecue." I just look at her and go "Who said you'd be paying if I decided to get hitched?"

-- My Southern cousins scared me with some of the traditions they had. Regional Things I'll understand and try to respect/only laugh later, but jeez. And engagement dinners are supposed to be hosted by someone else, in your honor!

Bring on the getaway car!

*For some, this is happiness, and I wish them joy of it. However, it is Not My Thing, and therefore, nothing doing!

[muffins_of_god]

Trust me, I've heard of some fucked up traditions like the "destroy the dress" portrait session. Seriously, it's pictures of you in your dress after the wedding in places that just fuck it up. I saw one of a friend lying on train tracks. It's just....Jesus, you pay that much for it and then you pay some photographer to take pictures of your while you roll around in the dirt for it? No thanks.