Got Married Licked

It's funny. I've been married for all of, what, two and a half months. For a while it was new and exciting to say that I'm married. "My wife will have a Big Mac with cheese and a pickel." "Hi wife." "My name is Joe and this is my wife Heather."

Man, it was fun. And it felt odd.

But since we found out about the alien it's like being married is old hat. It's like "of course, we've been married for ages... and now we're preggers." Now we're all about the baby. Preggers this. Morning sickness that.

Not much room for thinking marriage is fancy there.

Of course, this can be dangerous if the parasite becomes everything in our lives. We're still husband and wife. I don't mean to imply that the marriage is any less important.

It's just that since the puke monger came along it's felt like we've been married for decades. Every now and then I stop and realize that we just freaking got married less than two and a half months ago!