A few posts ago, I wrote about why you shouldn't marry again and again and again. It causes havoc at the driver's license bureau - you need certified copies of each marriage certificate. I have been married 4 times, in 4 different states. Nothing to be proud of -- but if I can't find some humor in it, I'd really get depressed.
Saturday, my daughter, her mother-in-law, and I went shopping in a neighboring town. The night before I had this weird idea pop into my head and decided to share it with the girls. (I was pretty high on caffeine at the time - we'd been to breakfast and had a couple of pots of coffee) I was thinking about the movie "27 Dresses" always the bridesmaid, never the bride. So I figured, I could get married a few more times (quite a few) and see if Hollywood would buy the rights to my "story" - "27 Wedding Dresses" always the bride, never the bridesmaid. I thought that was hilarious. I figured it wouldn't matter where I found the husbands, the marriages weren't going to last anyway - I could pick them up in bars or thrift stores - didn't need their money because I'd live off the royalties. Then expanded the idea and figured I might have a hard time finding that many husbands - so maybe Hollywood would create a Reality TV show to find the husbands. It just went on and on.
So, I decided to call my sisters and my sons to tell them that I'd changed my mind and was going to get married again after all. One sister laughed and went along with my idea, one son was pretty hesitant and didn't think it was a very good idea, even after I told him it was a joke. The other son joked a bit after figuring out I wasn't serious (both of them asked me when and to whom - to which I replied soon and I haven't decided yet), said I should marry a few rich men to get money from them - I told him that if I ever decided to marry again I would move to where his brother is (he's an officer in the Navy) and have him set me up with a rich, retired, widower. He had a fit - Mom, you can't marry a military guy - they are too controlling - just like your last husbands - you need to find an artsy-nerdy guy like the one you used to watch painting - you know the one with all the hair. You could compare paintings and stuff. (I think he meant Bob Ross) .
My oldest sister almost had a heart attack. Even after I told her the story line. Her daughter emailed me last night and asked if I was getting married - I told her no, and told her the story line, she emailed back to ask if I was dating someone - No no no no. It was a joke. I am not dating anyone - I have no plans to date anyone. I would run and hide if anyone even looked like they might ask me out. NO no no no.
