I’m a bit of an oddity. I’m 26, almost 27, in a state where most people get married when they are like 12. I never thought that I’d have use for this conversation, but today I did. You know the one where Emily is reading the newspaper and finds out that someone Lorelai’s age shot her husband. Lorelai acts a little bit triumphant that her life is so together.
I was looking through old records, because I am weird that way. Specifically, I was looking at a census from a hundred years ago. This woman’s given name, I kid you not, was Kills Many Men. I burst out laughing. However, I can’t share this information with anyone here because Kills Many Men was married. That’s right, she got married before me. You really have to be sure of yourself to marry someone with a name like that.