Marriage Kills Writing
For those as yet unaware, the wedding went off without a hitch. Except for me and Mandy getting hitched, I guess. Wow, I didn’t used to write so bad. Shucks! It seems marriage has had a negative influence on my writing! Curious, to say the least.
One might think that such an important change in one’s life would give one an awful lot of material on which to write. One would be wrong. The only thing I really have to say is that if one more person asks what married life is like, I’ma have to go postal. Marriage is like, the same as it was before being married, except I don’t have to take Mandy to someone else’s house after a date. And we havea the sex with God’s blessing. And I can grab her butt in public, and, though she gets embarrassed, it’s totally legal.
The only weird thing is hearing “Mandy Gregg”, and the occasional “Mrs. Gregg”. It’s creepy. Her name’s Mandy and there’s no need to use her last name except in legal circumstances.
So that’s what’s going on with me. Oh and I got “promoted” to Operations Support Supervisor. It’s the same job with a little more money (about as much as I got on big OT paychecks, but salaried so I get ‘em all the time now) and a whole lot less to worry about (no clocking in and out for lunch, etc.). I’m still a corporate whore, though. Woot.