Marriage Talk and a Fight

We talked a lot about the marriage dilemma today -- you know, planned wedding vs. shotgun wedding. We still haven't figured out a plan yet, but we did talk about it a lot.

We both think it would be alright to do the quick wedding, with our parents or someone there as witnesses, and to follow up with a small reception. I could still wear a nicer dress (maybe not a wedding dress, but a nice white maxi dress, or something), and could still have bridesmaids there as witnesses.

And we (or Richard, rather) have a dream of buying this mobile home near by -- if we could get it, we could probably have a BBQ or something in our backyard as a reception.

But, we'll see. We go to the bank on Saturday to see how much we'd qualify in a mortgage. I guess we'll go from there.


That said...

We had yet another useless fight this evening.

It began with a dead Wii remote, and ended with me getting the blame for everything.

It's my fault the Wii remote is dead, my fault Aden hid the other one, my fault Aden likes to play and make a mess ... the only thing that can sometimes be blamed on me, is the mess around here. And no, it's not because I'm lazy, it's because I have a million other things to do around here.

Of course, you don't see Richard cleaning, or helping with dishes or anything ... unless of course he's simply throwing everything out.

So I wonder ... why exactly do I get the blame when I'm not the only one capable of cleaning?

Ah, the great mysteries of life ...