Genesis 9:7
As for you, be fruitful and increase in number; multiply on the earth and increase upon it.

You know how there is always that weird 'uncle' you sometimes see at parties and get togethers. The one that doesn't talk much, who mostly watches and listens and will only speak when spoken to. I always wondered about that 'uncle' and wondered how his home life was and if he were happy. Of course he wouldn't be there if he didn't have a wife and since I know his kids, he must obviously get it on. He's the uncle you smile nicely to and say 'hello' and that's that. I always wondered why we didn't see him that much at parties but his wife's usually there, and she's usually very talkative and outgoing.

Then last night, at Rich's sister's wedding, I realized that I was married to the weird 'uncle'.

I was slightly taken aback by the concept because he's my Rich and he's not weird with me, but I had to see it and imagine through other peoples' eyes. He has nieces who don't say 'hello' and I mostly do the talking for the both of us and I think people have to guage him before coming up to talk to him while I try to be inviting.

I really had to put on a charm and beauty storm yesterday just so that we were noticed. But I guess being a mixed couple, it's not that hard to get noticed. But it doesn't hurt to have a fabulous dress on either. Heads turned, cameras flashed, I was mobbed and adored, kissed and admired.

What were we talking about again?

Yadada, I'm married to the weird 'uncle'. You can come over to the house, he'll most likely be hiding out in the room working on the computer, I'll be the one entertaining and making food. I like my life, I like that he does dance with me, and I like that we look so in love because all he ever talks to is me and of course I just turn my pretty little face and eyes and think to myself 'dazzle and shine!' and so I always can be caught looking at him adoringly or at least captivated by what he's telling me, so that his telling me that we should go home looks as if he's spilling his most cherished secret into my ear.

We sat with the long-time married couples and it was a lovely setting. The food was meh to ew and the ceremony burnt my retinas because it was outdoors and the sun was to our left, shining brightly in all its glory. But the whole place was nicer than expected, we took an elevator ride to the 18th floor and since it was glass we saw all of Orlando spread out before us, in a beautiful sunset.

At least Rich is just the weird 'uncle' not the creepy one. The creepy one that insists on riding with you on an elevator, the one that doesn't even say one word to his wife all evening because he's 'busy' going around taking pictures of everyone and everything. I wouldn't have my kids even say 'hello' to the creepy one. He's too nice and he drinks way too much, he and his wife don't dance, let alone sit together, and his wife's a bitch and she drinks way too much as well. You know something's wrong in that marriage.

So now that I've thrown stones I just have to add that I don't think his sister's marriage will last that long. I give it another 4 years, unless they get pregnant. But then she can just remarry to my heart's content because that gives me a wedding to attend and buy a new dress for!

Always end on the up note eh?

Me.

P.S. What's with asking me about the food and preparation as if I made it?
I told you goat cheese was yucky.