The 2008 Olympics will begin.
And I'll be married.
Posted by Ryan at August 1, 2008 07:33 AM | TrackBackWow, that creeped right up, didn't it? Or maybe it creeped up on me? Either way, I hope you are too busy to watch any Olympics. Now I know why you took up running again recently, you're going to be the Runaway Groom!
Posted by: Erik at August 1, 2008 08:52 AMFor some, it may have creeped up. For me, it's raining down on my head like sudden hail.
Posted by: Ryan at August 1, 2008 09:55 AMRegards to you and the soon to be Mrs. Mushroom.
Posted by: LearnedFoot at August 1, 2008 10:20 AMOh Gawd. I'd best not mention "Mrs. Mushroom" in her company, or she'll run for the hills.
Posted by: Ryan at August 1, 2008 10:29 AMAnd you are doing it without my and Joshua's phone calls to the MIL? Congrats! And best wishes to Missus Mushroom!
Posted by: Donna at August 3, 2008 08:01 AMWe ended up planning things under the intrusive MIL's nose, and then informing her "Oh, by the way, this is what we're doing, and you can either go along with it or stay home." That seemed to work.
Posted by: Ryan at August 3, 2008 11:21 AMPretty sure you still need a marriage license. And it wouldn't be a bad idea to have a ceremony too, at least for the future Mrs' sake.
The Olympics are a pretty big deal, but I don't think they're a sufficient substitute.
Posted by: Doug Williams at August 5, 2008 10:39 AM
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