It's me and Dr. Woods - we've known each other since med school, been partners in crime for 13 years.
What? No! I am not marrying Dr. Woods. That is preposterous. He is happily married to a gorgeous girl, her dad's a mayor and she's a lawyer/SAHM of three beautiful kids. Mrs. Woods is tall and slender with large brown doe eyes and silky dark straight hair. Here is my favorite story about her, one that Dr. Woods told me in residency.
"One day Josie decided on a whim to go to one of those talent searches - what's the name of that modeling company? Ford?"
"Yeah, I think that's a pretty big one."
"Yes, well it was in one of those buildings downtown - it was a week long search and Josie kept making the cut. Finally when they got to the end, she was told she was the top finalist. She was real excited, until she found out what it meant."
"What did it mean?"
"They were going to fly her to Paris and start photo shoots. She said, 'Oh no! I can't go to Europe! I just got married and he's a doctor and I'm going to have babies and all - Paris might ruin all that. I didn't realize what all this meant. I just wanted to see how far I could get. Sorry to have wasted your time.'"
I laughed. I could just hear her sweet Southern drawl and see her turn around on an opportunity like that. I love Josie stories.
But Dr. Woods and I are getting married - to the group! I'm officially a partner (pod-nuh) this Friday. I'm planning to take mom and dad to a fancy dinner - maybe Ashley's - and cooking up a blow out with as many friends as I can muster afterwards.
Three more days! I finally get my carrot. We'll be marrying 11 people - people that we have gotten to know rather well over the last three years and three months, and I guess they kind of like us. It's never too late to become a polygamist - probably useful in business transactions.
Going to the chapel and I'm / Gonna get married . . .