I have something in common with Dooce.  How crazy is that?

Okay, maybe it was just that first sentence, but I know exactly what my dad is trying to say when he doesn’t say it. And when people ask me if my parents like Jon, I’m all, like Jon? Hmm. How do I put this? They think Jesus sent him.

When people ask me if my husband and parents get along, I usually say, “Well, if we ever got a divorce, I think my parents would really miss me.”   My father tells people they were sure I would never get married (I was 24 when we started dating; 26 when we married).

But my mother didn’t think I would ever get married, not when I was a spinsterly 24 years old. Who would want a woman so shriveled up by life? So I got mine early. And then along came Jon and he was all, I like ’em shriveled up!

Six years later  (on Sunday), I am not sure where I would be if he hadn’t been willing to marry me.