To Brave A Crossing of the Moat...August 4, 1999

To Brave A Crossing of the Moat...August 4, 1999

I have written at length of the trials that planning the "wedding of the milennium" have befallen my Bride, and the subsequent trials that have befallen me by default, being the usually-just-in-the-way-groom-with-nothing-valuable-to-contribute-so-just-make-way. I typically deal with my betrothed's high levels of anxiety with humor. Not only do I find it truly amusing most of the time, but to do otherwise would be to tread dangerous waters. Indeed, they are the waters of the moat surrounding the fortress I have erected to avoid most of the anxiety produced fallout, where inside I am laughing my ass off from a safe distance. Today, I found myself actually having to dive right in.

I have made mention in several entries of intending to visit my bride-beast around this general time frame. Nevertheless, I had to reconsider for a plethora of practical reasons. Since I am treking the 1000kms in September to pick her up for the wedding, I figured that I could save the cost of this trip, and we could still work on the ceremony over the next month (the secondary reason to my going there) Also, I could put said saved money towards bills that are screaming to be paid, not to mention toward the wedding expenses. When it comes to breaking news of a disappointing nature to The Goddess, one might as well run hither screaming "The Sky is Falling!, The Sky is Falling!". In all her gloriousness, The Goddess, it has been my experience, does not take disappointment well.

Bearing this in mind, I donned yet again the trusty armour, and included an oxygen tank should I not make it back across the moat intact. I then dialed her number, and broke the news to her gently.

She handled it so uncharacteristically well, that I had to do a double take. I then had to ask whatever alien force that was posessing my beloved's body to release her (although I was tempted to allow it to stay). I then decided I may need to ask a few skill testing questions that I knew only the real Goddess could answer. Just when I brace myself for impact, she hands me a big, soft, fluffy pillow. All she said was,

"That's fine, sweetie, I understand. I would never get upset when you make a financially sound decision".

Not wanting to press my luck, I bit my tongue so as to not produce the plethora of expamles I have to counter her claim. I was going to graciously accept the uncharacteristic peace.

I will say this, though. We know how to have a good fight. I am hoping that her nonchalant attitude is not here to stay in entirety. We have the best sex in making up.

....Blessed Be