I figure, if we're going to be wed, you should see this ahead of time.
Today, I am full of hateful rage.
Also, Irene told me to tell any prospective wives out there that if we have a date I won't blog about it. Apparently that's what she would be worried about. So I promise I won't beyond saying "I had a nice date" or some such, unless you say you want me to, which I understand is unlikely. Don't worry about the hateful rage, it's not that frequent (except this year.)
Fucking Christmas music does not help.
*This post in honor of Ben Knoll.*