A Wedding on My Porch
1. Jeff (my furnace guy) told me he was getting married at 2. I didn't believe him. He kind of laughs to matter what he is saying, so I thought maybe he was joking.
2. The lady who was going to marry him & his fiance lived in SW.
3. Jeff, being the practical type, decided to have her come by the jobsite & perform the wedding there.
In short, while I was at Lowe's, there was a small wedding ceremony held on my new front porch- amidst a defunct 1930's stove and a pre-rehab claw foot tub full of rust and pine needles. It will go down in history as one of my greatest regrets in life that I was not present for the ceremony (so I could take pics for my blog)!
My favorite part is this: My electrician (who happened to be sitting on the stairs eating a calzone for lunch) had to sign the marriage certificate as one of the witnesses.
This story brings me unending delight.