a long-expected party.

Merrystar’s adjusting to living with someone who can’t seem to stop asking questions like “are these idiots on the internet watching the same show I am?”, “is there any reason to drive 55 in the left lane of the Beltway, ever?”, and “will you marry me?”

(The answers are no, no, and yes.)

So Merrystar and I are engaged; I proposed this past Friday, she accepted, and there was much rejoicing. We have not set a date for the wedding yet, but I’ve been told there will be *no* Elvis in the ceremony.

Ah well. There’s always the reception.

Happy December, y’all.