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Aug. 17th, 2007 04:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starzkiMy 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.
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.
