First came love (yesterday), today comes marriage (as promised), and then comes…eh, I’m not promising any babies in a baby carriage.
Little Man has had a few thoughts on marriage, which is no surprise, since he has thoughts on everything. One is that all wedding ceremonies are like Jim and Pam’s wedding in The Office, and that they all start out by guests dancing down the aisle to Chris Brown’s Forever and end with a kiss. Another thought is that my best friend and I should never end texts with “Love ya!” because I’m married. (And so is she, but I guess he’s not too concerned with preserving sanctity of her marriage.)
Both of today’s doodles occurred when Little Man was five. With the first one, you should know that I’m a big fan of The Lord of the Rings. I’ve got the poseable action figures, Sting replica, and tattoos to prove it. One day I was talking LOTR with Little Man when he informed me that there could be no future between Gandalf the Grey and me. (No, I don’t have a thing for wizardly looking older men — this is one of those random things.)
Another thing you should know is that I’ve got freckles. Lots and lots of freckles. Depending on the lighting and how much time I’ve spent in the sun, sometimes I look like the bucket-of-blood scene in Carrie, only if someone dumped freckles instead of blood. I choose not to doodle them because it’d probably look like I had a tick infestation or something. Anyway, Little Man asked about my freckles one day, and I told him that they were angel kisses, which is what my grandmother told me when I was little. As a little girl, I loved the idea. Little Man? Not so much.
And lets not even get into the time I referred to Robert Downey, Jr. as my other husband. But at least he’s looking out for his dad, right?