If I play my cards right, I should be back permanently later in the summer/fall, I just need to get this whole marriage/visa crap sorted
I had an awesome conversation in a clothing store this last week when I was buying bras ($20 a bra, for underwire? count me in). And by awesome I mean slightly stupid.
They were trying to get me to get a store credit card; I had declined a couple times, mainly because I've applied before and gotten refused due to bad credit (had an outstanding student loan I'm still trying to sort out, but now they're paid up). So, my mom tells the lady I'm moving to England and won't use it anyway because there's none of these particular stores in the UK--and that I'm getting married.
Cashier lady: oh, that's nice. Have you ever met him before?
Me: ... (but I wanted to say, 'No ma'm, he's a mail order British husband I bought off the internet')
But what I told her was very different--I was polite and said yes, I had met him numerous times over the past three years. She then asked if he had a job (yes), a house (yes) and such, as if he's a gremlin living in a cardboard box pulling money out of his bum. I know she was a little older and maybe wasn't as accustomed to internet-based LDRs, and my inner voice was being snarky, but I couldn't help it
