So tonight, Buddy and I were out having sushi, and after informing him that I am not the only one who harasses her fiance through the bathroom door while he poops, he says this to me."Oh, I have something you can tell your Knot friends."First of all, cutest thing he's ever said.Second of all, here's the story.He just moved into a new job in his shop this week, but he got this story from another SSgt about one of his former troops who just made SSgt herself.Apparently, she got married over the weekend. No big, right? Sudden, no one was expecting it, but he was her "roommate" for a long time, and military to military marriages are really common, for the benefits and increased pay and such. She's 24 or 25, with a kid from a previous marriage, so a JOP thing really isn't surprising, you know?And he tells me, "and she's not taking his name." Now, to Buddy, me taking his name is nonnegotiable. It matters a great deal to him and matters very little to me, so whatever. I was surprised, though, that he thought that that was a matter worthy of a Knot story."Ok," I says."She's not taking his name," he continues, "because she's holding it hostage.""Holding it hostage?""Yes. She's holding it hostage until she gets her REAL wedding.""Excuuuuuuuse me?," says I, almost putting a cheater-child's-chopstick up my nose."Yep. She knows he wants her to take his name, and she refuses to do it until she gets her big real wedding.""Are you almost done eating?," I inquire politely."We don't even have our sushi yet. Why?""I NEED TO GO POST THIS ON THE KNOT."
On bed rest since Groundhog's Day and every day since has been exactly the same.
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