Me and my wife got married on the 22nd of August, 2016.
Really nice venue, friends and family. Everything was perfect.We both decided that we wanted to go to the Maldives. Our dream destination. We had both wanted to go there for ages, and we saved up for about 2 years of quite rigorous saving so that we could have everything paid off by the time we got married.That meant no more comics for me and we were both on a strict budget.After a great honeymoon, Mister smart pants (ME) decided, well, we want to have a family, let's look at getting a bigger house. We find the one for us. Lovely house where if we want to we can stay there for the rest of our lives and still have enough space for anything we need.All is well, and then on December between Christmas and New Year my wife drops the bomb.-Stan Lee's going to stop doing conventions. 2017 is going to be his last year.I was gutted! I'd always wanted to get a book signed by him in person, wanted to meet the man, get the famous Stan Lee smile, maybe even a handshake. My wife knew this as well.She was used to my moaning of wanting to get an X-Men #1 signed by Stan Lee, plus the fact that I had to buy one first. Ufff. This would never happen.She then said it. -Let's go. Let's go to it. I've already checked. He'll be at Chicago. Let's go.I was shocked. Reminding me why I married her in the firt place. Anybody that is married or living with their partner in the hobby knows.What the wife says, goes!To see old comments for this Journal entry, click here. New comments can be added below.