On my way to the shop this morning I started to daydream....about my wedding. 

Don't get too excited, HB has not popped the big question yet, but a boy can still dream right?

First of all, I began to dream about the ceremony. It won't be in a farkakte church or anything like that - it would probably be in the backyard complete with dog poop and chew toys all over the yard - cause that's how I roll. 

There won't be a ton of people - just the ones we want there. 

The ceremony would probably be performed by some lesbian civil servant who is all legal to perform the ceremony.There will be no mention of BS higher powers,or destiny, or fate. It would more like be, "Do you take him? Yes. Do you take him? Yes. Fine now give me a hundred bucks so I can stamp this puppy."

Then the party afterwords would be off the hook. Comfort foods and groovy music for the rest of the night. 

Pretty simple. Pretty amazing. 

But the icing on the cake would be when HB and I have our first dance as husband and husband. 

We would dance to "Come What May" from Moulin Rouge. 

That would make Jen cry and make the whole night a huge success. 

But thanks to the voters of Missouri and their closed minded views of how people should live their lives (thank Pope!) this dream will never happen. 

No, I don't deserve to marry who I want or live my life how I want because Missouri voters' minds are too polluted and controlled by the church. 

So while I personally have a "live and let live" type of belief system, the majority of the morons in Missouri believe that they should be able to tell me what to do with my life. Assholes. 

Better living through mind control I guess. 

Then I ate an egg McMuffin and all was right in the world. 

Much love, 

Jim

JCSI