Watching cheesy sitcom romantic wedding ceremonies with Smoggy gives us time to relive our smooshy and lovey and teary eyed civil ceremony we had at city hall back in June.
I am so glad that only my mom was there (and the justice of the peace, obvs), because he and I were blathering fools. Because we were so happy/excited to be getting married? I don’t know. We just really like and love each other and cry when we’re happy. He’s mine. I’m his. And we drink a lot of champs.