Thirty five years ago today, my mom donned her finest miniskirt and white patent platforms, my dad left his basketball pickup game early, and the kids went and done got hitched. It was a Tuesday. My mom had to call my dad that morning to ask him what his middle name was for the marriage certificate. They had only known each other a few weeks/months, so I guess that's a reasonable question. Happy anniversary, dummies. You know, if I had ever pulled a stunt like that, marrying a stranger and whatnot, you totes would have grounded me.
(two days in a row with Cure lyric post titles. Nothing like the holidays to get a person cheery and shit!)