Yes Max and Kela arrived today.  Hours later than expected but finally here. They were in Kela’s sister’s wedding yesterday and left California late this morning. So they get to my house and we all immediately set out for a late dinner at the buffet.

So we’re chatting over dinner, I verify that Kela has re-enlisted, we talk about Max getting out and working the same job for the DoD, about what’s going on around here and I ask how the wedding went yesterday. What’s the plan for their own wedding?

“Mom, we are married.”

Dumbfounded, I just stare at him.  “When did you get married”

“I called and told you the next day! Back in September (26th) last year before we deployed!”

Uh, No. I think I’d remember that. I certainly would have written something here, right?

Kela mumbles “AWKward!”

Not that it’s a problem. As long as he’s happy I’m happy. She seems like a girl I could get to like a lot, I just haven’t spent much time getting to know her. No obvious problems, ticks, or other issues. You know… normal, and she puts up with his assholeness and gives it right back at him. I (so far) kind of like her.

But apparently she comes from an old school patriarchal family and they never got around to asking her father’s permission and haven’t told them either.  He wants to wait til they get back to Hawaii in a couple more months, and do a second wedding then. Right. Cuz starting a marriage with a big fat lie is always a good plan.

He’s convinced he told me all about it. I reply that if he had not only would I remember it, I would have told Ginnie and Casey right away. Ginnie looked as stunned as I did. Casey found out weeks ago from Max’s best friend Shane and never mentioned to me thinking I already knew and for some reason didn’t tell him. Whatever.

Later in the conversation he mentions an argument they always have about wanting his son to have a mohawk. I just raised my eyebrows at them,”Is there anything else you’ve failed to tell me son?”