Congrats to both of you.

Thank you!

And, dang, you’re speedy.

Wow. Maybe I should have checked my mail earlier.

Gratz, dude. Achievement Unlocked: Ball & Chain.

I AM CRYING YOU ASSHOLE.

Congratulations, you Undead bastard. Long life, success and happiness to you and the wife.

BTW, Me & the wife will be out for GABF in september. We shall drink like kings.

Congrats to the both of you!

And, dang, you’re speedy.

For some reason I just had a feeling I needed to look in over here again yesterday. A disturbance in the Force or something. Heh.

Now she wont have to marry my brother in law!
Tell her I said that.

Congratulations on your personal triumph of hope over experience.

I had this really cool next-gen iPhone I had smuggled out of Cupertino that was going to be your wedding present. But you didn’t invite me, so you get nothing. Nothing!

But seriously, congratulations, man.

Congratulations.

I promise not to cry.

Oh, and thanks for the information on dog etiquette ...

and in that theme, the spam word is “movement46” ...

Thanks, all, for the kind words and funny words.

Matt, I let her know and I couldn’t tell whether she was relieved or disappointed.

Robin, I’m convinced that my blog has ESP. Those turing words often turn out to be surprisingly appropriate.

Robert, I would have invited you, but I didn’t invite anyone (except, of course, her and the gentleman who performed the ceremony). It was truly, truly a very private ceremony.

Matt, be sure to give me a call when you two are in town. We’ll take you out to dinner and booze. You can mock us for our slowly collapsing football team. But do it gently; I think this pain is going to last for a while.

So where are you registered ... I mean, where do Zombyboy’s register?

Once again, congratulations, and don’t worry, the events at the bachelor party will remain secret.

Heheh. You are so going to get me in trouble…

Congrats, ZB, and best wishes, to you and the W-phrase as well.

You sly bastard. Now I’m going to really have to buy you a drink.

Billll...ll..., three can keep a secret only if two of them are dead.  There were more than three at that party.  And while you seem to be trying to commit part-by-part suicide, the rest of us seem to be in better shape.

Dot connecting is left as an exercise for the reader.

8-)

And Z and WoZ, may the rest of your life together be as beautiful as your wedding day.

Well, considering I’ll be out for GABF and will pretty much be drinking constantly from either Wednesday night or Thursday morning (depending on my flight) until our arrival back in Dago, booze probably won’t be a problem. But dinner’s definitely on. As for football mockery, we’ll see. I need to save some up for my friend Doug. Hockey team mockery is penciled in though (Barring any very shrewd moves by the Avs/Asinine moves by the Stars)

Lord! Mega-congrats! Send me updated address info so I may send along a gift!

I guess I must have checked your site last shortly before you posted this. Boy, miss a day and see what happens? If I hadn’t been at the bachelor party, I wouldn’t have known this was happening.

Congratulations!
I’m glad its this century.

Congrats, slightly belated of course.

And your “bachelor party” was a blast, and good to see you again.

You didn’t even invite me to the BACHELOR party?  That’s it....we’re breaking up.

Jed, thank you very much.

Doug, “WoZ"--I’m keeping that. I like it.

Wheels, I kept this quiet because I didn’t want much fuss--but I also didn’t want to miss letting you all know that it had happened.

“I’m glad its this century.”

I do believe I have been chastised. I also believe that darling girl would agree with the sentiment…

Thanks, Cheryl. And thanks for providing the entertainment--those hiccups were terrifying. It’s always good to see you and your dad.

And, Mr. Lady, no reason to be hatin’. There was no real bachelor party; the folks at the Gathering of Geeks with Guns (G3) of brilliant minds didn’t even know that I was getting hitched until midway through their bratwursts. And when Doug offered to jump out of a cake and strip for my pleasure, I knew it was time to put down the bottle and leave.* I’m smart that way.

* - This, of course, never happened. Doug would never strip for my pleasure. He’s selfish that way.

Oh, frabjous day! Best wishes to you both!

It won’t hurt you one bit. And. . . tax savings. heh.

May you have many years of joy.

"This, of course, never happened. Doug would never strip for my pleasure.”

Damn skippy.  I only offer to jump out of cakes and strip for my pleasure.  That’s how you know it was made up.

"As for football mockery, we’ll see. I need to save some up for my friend Doug.”

That’s fair.  Since the Broncos are slipping down toward the nether (or “Kansas City") regions, mockery is warranted.

8-)

Gathering.

Of Geeks.

WITH GUNS?

I leave the country for two short years and this is what you people resort to? 

(Also, holy fuck I’m sad I missed that.  Kinda)

BTW, the decrepit Volvo is less decrepit now, thanks to my throwing $300 at it yesterday. I’m pretty sure that means I have to go send lead downrange sometime soon. I’m pretty sure I have the transmission problem sussed out now, and it’s nominally a $0 repair, since I already have what I need on hand.

So, since you mentioned Geeks with Guns, I’m wondering just how early everyone gets up on the weekends. It’s better to hit the range early, ya know.

Also, I just discovered I’m out of ketchup. But I don’t have a twitter account.

Mr. Lady, we were doing “blogershoot” get-togethers while you were still in-country. Which reminds me that I ought to ping Wadcutter more frequently. Anyways, we haven’t “resorted” to anything. We (most of us) have been clinging to our guns and/or religion since before it was even fashionable.

Jed, darling, if there’s any one thing that being the mother of boys has taught me, it’s that most men have been clinging to their “guns” since before they could walk.  Also, *sigh* I miss you and your ketchupless, twitterless randomocity.

"This is my rifle, this is my gun...”

Well, if my hand weren’t so tired, I’d probably write more.

A very late Congratulations and Best Wishes. Great news! On the other hand, you should have beaten me to the punch by years. As it is, I beat you by many months. Really, all the best.

R