Conversation gem

My parents had a flight to the Bahamas this morning.  With Tropical Storm Dean tearing through the Caribbean, I called them to make sure their flight left and they weren't dealing with too many storms.

Conversation (in progress):

Mom:  No.  It's beautiful here.  And down in the lobby is a bride with all of her flowers and stuff.

Me: Oh?

Mom: Yes.  Are you sure you don't want to get married here?

Me:  Ma, I don't care when or where I get married.  Hell, I'd get married next week if I could set it up.

Mom: *beat* NO!  You have to live with him first to see if you're compatible!  Then get married!

Me: *beat*  You're a terrible Catholic, Mom.  I'm telling Grandma you want me to shack up with my boyfriend.

It made me smile.