surlyclown

So, two odd weeks later, much has been done: Stress induced. Lawyers visited. Changes made. Family appeased (though not without issue.) Apartment spring-cleaned. Laptop purchased. Clutter reduced. Diets begun (ish).

Regardless, wish trixel and I an agnostic hosannah come this June 29 as we will be offically married at the glorious Van Nuys courthouse center in a small, bunker-like room that was most likely built sometime around when Eisenhower was president. After the two minute ceremony we will serve chips and Kool-Aid while we spray paint the neighborhood with our own celebratory gang tags. (We're hitched Bitch! Burbank 4 life!)