Fifth Time's a Charm?

Here's hoping, because priest number four just turned us down. You remember priest number four, right? The one who stood us up this weekend. That's right. You think we would've gotten his first clue, but no, we came back asking for more and, again, got more of what we asked for!

Apparently, he's unable to perform the ceremony, but is more than happy to sit with us and answer any questions or concerns that I have about the church. Fabulous. I have one question. Why won't any of you guys marry us?

This one is actually kind of a bummer because B really liked him. We both enjoyed his Mass, then B had some one-on-one time with him today and said he's a really great guy. Who knows, maybe he'll become "our priest" if we ever move to Atlanta.

So for now, we're still priest-less, though I do have a couple leads in Birmingham. B and I are thinking it might be best to go with the Florence abbot. We'll see. This week--cake tasting and engagement photos, plus just getting more precious quality time with B while he's still in town. As for the priest issue, as Scarlett once said, "I'll think about it tomorrow."

...Granted, she also ate raw potatoes straight from the ground and wore a dress made from curtains, so perhaps she's not the best role model to emulate.