Empty Threats and text message miscommunication

So last night, K-State played Mizzou in basketball. I didn't watch (is anyone surprised?) but about 8:45 pm, I received a phone call from Dad.

"Darcie, you tell Dave that if he doesn't cheer for K-State, the wedding is off."

I laughed and sent a text to David. He countered something about a rubber game, whatever that means. I informed him that an appropriate response is, 'of course, honey. I love you WAY more than Mizzou.' David failed.

Earlier that same day, David managed to type the wrong thing. Text message is hard! I had called our church to find out possible dates. I sent David the following text...
"Church available all July and Aug and Sept except 9/19 and 9/26. Cost is $XXX [way too much]. Thoughts? What about 8/1?"

David replied, "Darcie...I am having a hard time breathing...something is wrong with me...$%$#"

Not exactly the response a girl is looking for. Luckily, my phone rang before I saw the text with him explaining that he didn't see my last text and was really having difficulty in breathing. Hmmmmm....

An alternate, but not true, story

David sat down, man to man with Alan "Poppa Bear" Brownback.

"Sir, I want to marry your daughter."

"Do you have a job?"

"Well, no but, I have been offered an internship that would pay roughly $1/hour."

"You know, I've always doubted my daughter's ability to find a man who could support her. You're not really doing a whole lot to dispel those myths. I have this stray cat at my clinic. Would you rather have that? It would complain and nag a whole lot less."

"Yeah, I think I'll take the cat."

David left Lyndon the proud owner of the little cat named Veronica Breadbasket. He didn't manage to put a ring on his girlfriend's finger yet... in fact, that is most likely farther away now, considering the $76 trip to target that followed to buy kitty accessories.

It's halfway official!

We traveled to Lyndon, Kansas this past weekend to talk to Darcie's parents about our desire to legally bind ourselves together.

We settled down in the beer room to a late dinner of pizza and gallons of beer. After shooting the breeze about David's embarrassing job offer (at an astounding $1/hour pay rate) we told Mom and Dad that we want to get married in late summer or early fall.

Dad promptly reached into the refrigerator and pulled out two more beers. It was cute.

Considering that Kyle and Cher got married in '08 AND Grant and Hanna are planning to get married 7/19/10...they handled the prospect of 3 weddings in 3 summers very well. Mom started working toward logistics and Dad talked about how we were going to be poor for a while (very true). However, we received a blessing and Dad's insistence that, because we want a small wedding, those we don't invite will just have to "learn to deal with rejection."

The title of this post is "halfway official" because this is the first and only formal step we've made. No ring (see above comment about the $1/hour job offer) and no purchases/reservations of any kind have been made. All we know is that we want a keg involved somewhere and likely a hog or fried chicken. Everything else will work out.

Next step: telling David's parents and both extended families. It's going to be a busy next few months!