Romantic Future

Seems I've spent some time ruminating on my romantic future. Will I ever remarry? Who will it be? Will my shoes be fierce?

.. Well, I am happy to announce, in as official capacity as I can muster in this age of technology, that my romantic future has finally arrived. In less than 24 hours, I will be married to the man of my proverbial dreams and in My Beloved City no less!

He is tall and dashing, a snappy dresser (if you like the Early Soccer Hooligan look.), mouth like a sailor, makes me laugh my @ss off, and most impressive of all, knows what I'm talking about when I say I'm going to wear Trina Turk. After wasting too much time trying to pretend we could move on without each other, Mike and I are taking life by the horns, looking it in the eyes, and punching it in the face.

Thank you to everyone's love, support, blessings, and general all-around good tidings! We love you right back and hope to celebrate with grand panache next year with all of you.

Until then, watch out City Hall, here we come!!!
PS. Yes, my shoes are indeed, Fierce....