Pretty Much Married Part 1

Honey and I are frequently mistaken for a married couple. I am often called his wife and he is referred to as my husband. Usually neither one of us feel the need to correct the Err-ers. Infact, most of the time I am ok with the modern day situation that I find myself in.

I have all the right answers to the nosy question "Why aren't you married?"

We have seen so many marriages fail.

We have so much going on right now.

We don't have the money.

Although all of the above are tru, the real reason is that I haven't been asked.

Recently, we were on vacation (see Vegas Before Dark). Honey while at home is often reserved and does not go out of his way to meet new people. In the hot desert sun however, he is in his element talking to anyone and everyone. Infact, he invited so many random strangers to our house in VT that I had to put the ix nay on Casa Vaca.

While I was happily sipping a margharita and relaxing by the pool, Honey found himself talking to an older couple. They had clearly been married at some point years ago when well behaved children were named Beaver, men wore ties, women wore aprons and Horses held conversations.

"How long have y'all been married?"

I pause, and put my trashy magazine down in time to hear Pretty Much Hubby explain to Mr Cleaver why he hasn't bitten the bullet yet.

"We're not married" he replies. "We own a home and have a little boy, so we are pretty much married."

I start to imagine what an almost wedding would look like.

I am wearing a long beige gown (pretty much white), I walk down the aisle gazing at pretty much all of my family and friends. I hear the minister say, "Do you Honey, take this woman to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day foward til death do you part?"

"Pretty Much"