Darlin’
Last night I dreamed we were getting married. Again, possibly. It was summer, and Jester of the Mighty Nein was planning the wedding. It was a joyous ceremony with lots of baked goods and lollipops and bright colors. The reception afterward was at the archery range (of course), but all these guys kept trying to beat me up. I fought them all — Musashi style with a stick in each hand — and finally drove them off, but at that point all the guests had left. I took a few practice shots and was pretty good.
Needless to say, it was an eventful day.
I’d do it again.