We are poor as church mice, or so we've been told. I've never been a mouse. I don't know what that sort of poverty is like. What I do know is that we have no money for some sort of fancy shmancy wedding. This only stresses me out when Mr. PNU insists that the justice of the peace won't do because family and friends will be offended at being left out. Sealing cancelations take a long time so we'll probably go the LDS Church cultural hall route. That's stressful too. Then there's this concept of an open house, which is really just a reception with another name. This whole thing is aggravating. Okay, most of this whole thing. Mr. PNU is not at all aggravating. I can't really get enough of him, which makes the concept of eternity finally seem plausible. We drove thru Vegas last Wednesday en route to Phoenix to meet his parents. We should have just tied the knot there. Instead, we partied with mom and dad PNU in hacienda style for four days and then drove north to the Grand Canyon before returning to the land of milk and honey, still unwed, still stressed, still having the time of our lives.