I’m doing this thing!!

Alas, hell hath frozen over.
The porcine have grown wings and are taking flying lessons.
Slim has abandoned None, turned around and come back into town.

My partner-in-crime has asked me to be his wife and amazingly-- shockingly-- I agreed to become a man's chattel once again.

And he will become my chattel too, I suppose. I KNOW! Who am I, RITE???

Even wackier, I feel GOOD about it. More than good. Groovy. Excited. Ecstatic, actually.

Giddy.

The nifty, if massive, group of people living under our one, giant roof will all be collectively grouped in legal nomenclature. We will legally be A FAMILY. This is a very good thing. I'm looking forward to having a relationship-name beyond "step-momish person." Or, "my dad's girlfriend." Mostly, I'm looking forward to referring to my family to others and have them understand it's not "you and your boyfriend's families," but simply, "your family."

And I'm good with being a wife again. I think I can do better this time. I WILL do better this time. Mostly because I have given him a tally sheet that I expect him to fill out nightly, reviewing my wifeliness. And I've scheduled monthly, quarterly and annual reviews that are quite comprehensive and if this marriage fails, it will so be ALL HIS FAULT.

Awesome.