So I'm driving home from work ...

In front of me in the passing lane, a truck piled high with lumber. On my right, a Sunoco tanker.

And after a good thirty seconds of being in this position, I say to the empty car, "Oh, my God, I am one snapped cable away from being a Final Destination sequel, aren't I?"

And because I'm not having a crappy enough time of it already ...

... my refrigerator's not running.

*headdesk*

Yeah, that's exactly what I want to wake up to when I wanted to go down to the temp agency today.

So much for that hopeless romantic crap.

I'm starting to think I'm a terrible hopeless romantic, considering how much I can't stand weddings. I mean, I like the getting married part, but the actual ceremony itself? Blech. I really don't want to have a church wedding. At ALL. Not even for my family. I'd much rather go to the justice of the peace one day and then head off for the reception. (I want to get married on Halloween and have a costumed reception. I think I'm really just angling for a big fancy costume party.)

Hell, even that wedding dress I want for myself isn't a normal wedding dress. I definitely don't want white. (Irony! Because, hey, God knows I've earned the right to wear it. ;)) I want autumn colors. I'm one of the few people I know who looks DAMN good in orange. Red, brown, orange, yellow ... basically, I want to rip off the fall foliage. Really soft, flowy fabric, strapless (maybe with a bit of a corset, since it's the only way I'll get decent cleavage), mid-calf length, with a really swishy swirly skirt.

And I hate public speaking, even for a wedding, and I loathe participating in religious ceremonies (although I kind of like watching others participate, even though I've had more than my fill of the Christian ones for a lifetime, thank you very much), even for a wedding.

So I'm not having a wedding. A big costume party reception, yes. But NO WEDDING.

You may be wondering why I'm saying all this. I'm saying all of this because as much as I adore John Krasinski (he named my friends list!) and think Mandy Moore is cute, every time I see the trailer on TV for License to Wed and hear Robin Williams say, "If I don't think you're compatible, there won't be a wedding," or whatever, I want to reach through the television screen, grab them both, shake hard and say, "SWEET HOPSCOTCHING JESUS GO TO THE COURTHOUSE YOU MORONS."

Not that I begrudge anybody else their desire to have a church wedding for whatever reason but for crying out loud.

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Also, it might not be the fridge that's broken. The plugs on that end of my kitchen might be fried, because the one for the microwave isn't working either even though it works elsewhere. We had a big storm here yesterday -- maybe that did it. *shrugs*

I need to go to my parents' house and dig up an extension cord and see how that works. *hands in air*

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Have I mentioned lately how much I love spn_j2_bigbang and all the resulting stories? They all make me happy in my pants and also mad-nervous about posting my own story.