They are engaged! Pledged to be married.An engagement is a promise to marriage, and also the period of time between proposal and marriage – which may be lengthy or trivial. During this period, a couple is said to be affianced, betrothed, engaged to be married, or simply engaged. Future brides and bridegrooms are often referred to as fiancées or fiancés respectively (from the French word fiancé). Its duration varies vastly. See Courtship#Duration
Long engagements were once common in formal arranged marriages and it was not uncommon for parents betrothing children to arrange such many years before the engaged couple were old enough to marry.
With this knowledge tucked away I am suspect that The Lady has been on standby for an arranged marriage that she is just waiting to close on. That would explain everything. "Many years before the couple were old enough to marry....." Maybe she really is only 19 years old and this would explain that she has many years to go. Every time I ask her ... Hey Lady are you going to get married? I get the same reply...."But Annie I am WAY too young. Why rush things?" So that's it! I always thought she was still holding out for George or Hugh but now I know the truth.
So Lady, tell me when Rockin Rob and The Rock Star are getting hitched? Does this mean she can't defend her crown for The Blessed Event? Will she be a "no show" and then shunned from ever reclaiming The Sacred Crown because she is too busy planning this fiesta? Will she have a real wedding with candy coated Jordan almonds wrapped in tulle? Will someone actually request The Chicken Dance after ONE too many beers? Will The Lady and I have to stand in a circle with the other 20 something girls and pretend like we are reaching for the bouquet? Most importantly....will it be open bar?
"No Annie...the are going to elope." She tells me while slathering on some facial mask that is horrifying. Two beady eyes surrounded by green clay with lips with Burnt Sienna lipstick (ColorStay.....it goes...NOWHERE!). Horrifying indeed. As she is close to the mirror examining her latest shade of #58 Medium Golden Brown hair color I sit on the side of the tub and ask as politely as I can.
Mommy Dearest... I love your hair color and the mask will clearly make you ravishing but I am confused. If you elope, isn't it suppose to be a random decision/secret that no one knows. If we all know when and where then it becomes a destination wedding. But if we all don't go, and we know when and where, then is it really a destination wedding?
This gives her great pause while now looking for split ends and she is cracking the clay mask with lines on her forehead and over her nose, she turns and looks at me clearly confused, I truly try not to be horrified at what I am looking at but I am .....so with a loud verbal noise I leave the sanctum of the cosmetic nightmare of the bathroom. I do hope where ever it is.....it's open bar.
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