Last week, my aunt called me to tell me that they were driving through My Fair City on their way to Grandma’s, and did I want to ride along?
Of course I wanted to ride along!
I didn’t tell Grandma I was coming because I wanted to surprise her. 🙂
My friends and I arranged to have a small pizza party on Friday after work while I waited for my ride. But, it took…. forever! …. for them to get to my house and just as they put the pizza in the oven, my phone rang and it was my aunt asking me to arrange for someone to drop me off at a restaurant where they would pick me up.
So we grabbed my stuff and jumped in my friend’s car and ran over there. And my friends went back to my house and had their pizza party without me. That is SO not fair!
After a long, long time in the car, we arrived at Grandma’s, and boy, was she surprised to see me!! 🙂
My grandma lives in an itty-bitty town where everybody knows everybody AND their business, so when Grandma woke up Saturday morning, she was shocked to see the car across the street sporting the words “Just Married” on the back window.
Grandma told us that the gentleman in question had told her that he had been with this woman for something like 6 years and he had mentioned that he should “pop the question” some time previously, but that was the last Grandma had heard of it.
My uncle suggested that maybe they were supporting Minnesota’s Marriage Amendment.
My cousin stated that perhaps the previous day had been their seventh anniversary, which would turn their relationship into a common law marriage.
Later in the day, someone noticed that the neighbor’s shades were closed up tight, and Grandma said, “They must still be on their honeymoon.”
By the end of the day, “Just Married” had disappeared.
We found out the next day that they had indeed gotten married.
And that was the extent of my weekend.