two hundred thirty-two

I've finally set the appointment with Deacon Gary, who I thought was Deacon Jerry. Even when he said his name on the phone (all seven times we called each other) I couldn't quite tell. I'm going with Gary. It's what Wanda, the church secretary whom I am now on a first-name basis with, said quite clearly and emphatically after I said Deacon Jerry.

Anyway. Right after break, on the first day of school, we'll find out how compatible we are according to the Catholic church.

Also around this time, we need to be ordering wedding bands. I just spent way longer than necessary (because it put off working out or getting dressed) trying to find inexpensive fair trade wedding bands online. It is impossible for our price range. This is very, very frustrating. Then I was considering finding used ones and recycling. Then I thought of the people being dead or divorced. Neither of these things seemed like good omens for the start of our marriage. Looks like we'll be buying them at the mall.

If I can talk him into a bit of extra money, greenKarat wasn't too expensive. My ring size is small enough to fit in their base price. I have no idea what size Joe is. I also have no idea how wide 2mm to 6 mm is. I want the 2, just because it's thin and will match my engagement ring. I have no idea what a guy wants to wear around. I don't want him to have this conversation:

Man: Hey, man, how wide's that wedding band?
Joe: Oh, you know, like 4 mm.
Man: Really? Huh. I would have thought your girl would expect at least 5 or 6.
Joe: Oh. [blushes] Yeah.
Man: I mean, it's kinda small. Are you sure you didn't put hers on by mistake?
[pause while man really stares at it, then sips his coffee]
Man: Are you sure that isn't your earring?