I am still having a hard time comprehending what I’m about to tell you… My dad is getting married!  Ok, you might be like, “yeah, so, what’s the big deal?”  The big deal?  The big deal is that 1) I never thought my dad would get married again, because you have to first have a divorce from you first marriage (yeah, my parents haven’t been “together” for like two decades but they just barely got an official divorce) and 2) He just met this woman like 10 minutes ago.  Ok, they actually met like a few months ago, but holy shit!  There is, apparently, no time to waste.  And I knew it was coming, but I thought I might have more than like, I don’t know, 8 days notice.  Yep, 8 days folks.  The best part is that I didn’t find out with a phone call from my dad or anything like that.  No, no, no.  I found out on my soon-to-be stepmom’s facebook page!  I logged on the other morning and there was the post, “Well, it’s finally here.  I’m getting married on May 25th.”  There are two things that are funny about this post.  The obvious, that this was what announced the wedding.  And second, the use of the word finally.  Finally?  You like just learned my dad’s middle name.

Honestly, it might sound like I’m not happy about this soon to be union.  The truth is that I am very happy for them both.  I don’t want my dad to be alone and from the hour that I’ve spent with her, she seems very nice.  I am bummed that I won’t be able to see the actual marriage take place (damn temples), but at least I’ll be able to take part in a reception at the lovely Edgemont Second Ward House (wink wink).