New view points or age?

This morning my shower was interupted by the dog and the answering machine. One of the fun things about living alone is showering with the door open and still feeling safe. Kenya made it a point to over excite herself at a phone message being left by PB and Jessie. She ran into the bathroom, whined, ran out again then repeated till the message was over. (I think kenya thought that they were at the back door and she was trying to explain that she couldn't let them in as the door was locked and she lacks opposible thumbs.) PB and Jessie were calling to let me know that they had just completed the paper work for their marriage license. There was aparently some swearing to tell the truth and a spelling error and voila! They can get married. They were so happy and excited and...happy. It was infectious I tell you. For, like, twenty seconds I kinda wanted to get married.

I always pictured marriage as a big hassle. That when you signed that paper you stopped being you and started being half of somebody else.

Then there was PB and Jessie.

Maybe this is the effect of a new viewpoint or maybe I'm just getting domestic in my old age, but maybe marriage doesn't have to equal death after all.