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Do You Know You?

The Mild Wedding preparations are in full swing, and it's becoming more real by the day. A friend of ours once described the whole process as an exercise in project management, and I'd concur with that assessment. It definitely feels like we go through checklists and spurts of activities. Put it this way: there's a spreadsheet with a bunch of tasks and dates that we need to get through.

Now, it's not all work. There's some fun and games that go along with it, too. In this particular case, the Mild Fiancée had a bachelorette type outing with friends and family. I say "bachelorette type" because it wasn't your stereotypical outing. She's not a stereotypical type of girl, so I can't say I was very surprised. Besides, it was her day, and that's how she wanted to have fun. She could've dressed in a bunny suit and gone to IHOP and I wouldn't have questioned it.

The one bit, however, that was slightly more traditional came courtesy of one of her best friends. The Mild Fiancée's friend asked me a bunch of personal questions, and recorded my answers. The idea was to ask the Mild Fiancée the same questions, to see if she'd get them right, as well. I was quite amused by the whole thing, and I think we spent something like half an hour talking through some of the answers.

The Mild Fiancée did really well, and I think she only missed three or four of them (it's a good thing we're getting married, huh?). However, the best part came from the reactions from other people in attendance. I wasn't present, so I heard some of this second hand. Still, there were other people who were quite skeptical of the answers that the Mild Fiancée (correctly) provided.

For example, I follow the NBA (that's professional basketball, for those of you who don't like sports), and I was a huge Tim Duncan fan. He played for the San Antonio Spurs, and I have rooted them for a very long time. Now, I didn't grow up in San Antonio or Texas, so this comes as a surprise to some folks. I still root for the local teams, but my heart is really with those Spurs.

You know who knows this? The Mild Fiancée. She has seen me watch YouTube videos extolling their teamwork, heard me wax nostalgic about the teamwork and passing they exhibit, and even played along to watch Gregg Popovich interviews. You know who doesn't know this? My cousin, the one who follows sports as much as I do. She immediately assumed that I follow a local team, and was quite skeptical of the Mild Fiancée's answer when it came up.

My favorite way all of this was explained came from my sister. She thought I had a different celebrity crush. She guessed Penelope Cruz, but the Mild Fiancée supplied the correct answer: Jennifer Lopez. We were talking about it a little while later, and my sister came up with this gem.

Sister: "So, I take issue with some of your answers."
(much laughter from me)
Sister: "Do you know you??"

The Mild Wedding sure does keep things entertaining.

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