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We were discussing the training we’re putting together for tomorrow night, and I was on the call to provide some technical insight as to what to expect during the training, when the conversation abruptly turned to "Cerveza Preferencias".

I never heard a consensus on the actual question, but what was made abundantly clear was that the guy running the show would bring a Keg of beer.

40 people.  2 hours of training.   1 Keg of beer.

While interesting, that in itself isn’t the funny part.

The funny part was when some guy on their team mentioned that the venue for this training, he was pretty sure, wouldn’t allow them to bring in Cerveza’s.

At which point, this is actually what he said…

"DAMMIT, I KNOW we’re not allowed to bring in anything, so if we’re not allowed to bring in ANYTHING, we may as well bring in a DAMN KEG."

…and no one could find a way to argue with that logic.

SO, tonight ends the final unknown.   And with its successful resolution, I can now make it public that, as you no doubt have heard rumors of, I am scheduled to get married on 11/08/2008.

To a woman.

An incredible woman.

But I couldn’t say anything before now because, like Robin Williams in "license to wed", this guy we’re trying to have marry us has a 100% track record.   Never had a divorce in any marriage he’s performed.   And he has to interview us before he agrees.   3 meetings.  So we were very much on the examination rack over the last few weeks as we completed his rigorous pre-nuptial examination into every aspect of our lives.

At the end, although he did concede that with us lying so much to him, he really couldn’t tell, he did, ultimately, agree to show up and marry the two of us.

Whew.   It’s not easy keeping the story straight when you don’t even know what questions he’s going to throw at you, but Kara and I did it.   If that’s not better than his stamp of approval of our honesty, then I don’t know what marriage is about.

No, actually, we were completely honest while keeping in the funky KaRand groove we’ve settled into over the last couple of years in which a sense of humor is so totally necessary that to show up without one guarantees an immediate dismissal.  Fortunately, this man of the cloth (I don’t know what you call one of those whose affiliation is Lutheran, but I’m sure someone will let me know), is also not completely unarmed when it comes to the style of quick wit communique employed by me and my future better half, so in keeping with everything that’s gone good for the two of us since we met, Mr. Oscar Bene-vidade-something will definitely be marrying us and dining at our expense afterward.

I can’t tell you how excited we are about that.   The Justice of The Peace, and I’ve met him, under less than desirable circumstances, was NOT our first choice, although he was an alternate.

So the KaRand train is in full motion — and like Kara told me on one of our first dates, it’s a Good Karma Train, and if you feel like gettin’ on — we’d be happy to take ya!

Much love,

r.

So we’ve received a box from UPS with the Bed Bath and Beyond logo on it.  I should also mention it is also covered with stickers that say "Fragile - Handle with Care."  The stickers are red with big, bold, white letters that are invisible to the "team" at UPS charged with the safe delivery of said Fragile Box from the BB&B warehouse to my porch.

The left side of the box is completely caved in.   The sticker going around it that says "Don’t sign for this if I’m broken" is just barely hanging on by a thread.   One of the corners is bashed in with holes ripped viciously through the cardboard on 3 sides….

… the thing is, I didn’t have a chance to "not sign" for it because the UPS guy or gal just dropped it on the door mat, knocked as lightly as he or she could and then took off as fast as that brown van/truck thing could go.

So, I want to open it to see if whatever’s inside is intact or destroyed, but if I do that, then I may be destroying the evidence we’d need for UPS to give us some insurance money.   Then again, if we don’t need the insurance because it’s not destroyed, then opening it would be a grand idea.  

My head’s been going in circles on this thing, it’s like I really need to see what’s inside before I can decide if I want to see what’s inside.   In a way, it’s very Quantum.   Much like Schroedinger’s Cat, the contents of that box are both intact and destroyed right this second.    They will remain that way until they are observed.   At which time, popular quantum notion holds, two parallel universes will be created.   Depending on the vibrations of the tiny strings that comprise all known matter, I will then either be conscious in a universe that contains the boxes contents intact or the one in which the boxes contents are salvage.

Which ultimately means that, like fishing, when I go to open the box, I better be "holding my mouth right" if I want to wind up in my preferred universe; that being, of course, the one in which the boxes contents are intact (it’s a big box.)

Or, maybe I wimp out completely, and let Kara open it when she gets home.   Then the fate of the universe lies on her shoulders and not mine.

That may be the best plan. 

Be a lot easier if this was Schroedinger’s Cat instead of a box from Bed Bath and Beyond.   I hate cats.