The crazy wedding dreams have begun...

In which we were living in the same house, dressing the same way, had all the same friends... but our society worshipped Egyptian gods. In the dream, Jason's family honored a god who was an enemy of my family's god and therefore we might not be able to marry. He was worrying about having to return my dowry.

Well, at least I wasn't worrying about a dress.

In other news, the rewatch of Rome has prompted Jason and I to agree that if ever we have an argument in which voices are being raised, the correct way to diffuse the situation is to adamantly state, "Suck my cock; I am Titus Pullo!"