I was always ambivalent about it before

But I realized tonight after babysitting that I need to get married. This delicate combination of extreme maternal instinct and short attention span means I was BORN to be an auntie.

Maybe I should really commit myself and find someone Italian or Hispanic; someone whose siblings employ a Catholic approach to birth control.

Not to mention that getting married means I get to have a cake tasting!! This is the best idea I’ve ever had.

¡Vamos nuptials!

About J.

A former twentysomething with a head full of curls and heart full of questions wondering: when we get to nirvana, will there be food?
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