Dear Friend's Mom, will you marry me?

Calling a friend's Mom (whom you dont really know) to ask if she'll perform your wedding ceremony is a strange thing indeed. Good news is she'd like to see us and talk about it (rather than calling me demon spawn for not having been to Church in years), and so things continue to fall in place. Now if only those bastards at the Chicago Women's Park and Gardens would call me back.

On another note, Vermont has been declared a national engagered historic site under a threat of invading Wal-Marts. Ah, to be able to attach the Wal-Mart Polka sound file to this post. . .