2007
After some discussion, and considerable giggling, Sherry and I, apparently unfulfilled by our lives as single, 30-something career women with cats, have decided to adopt.
Because they’re funny and adorable and have geek skillz and creative skillz and enjoy chocolate and like animals and are lusty and just generally seem like fine additions to one’s family.
We haven’t told them yet, since we’re not entirely sure of the details and administrivia. (Sherry tries to proclaim that she’s adopted from time to time, but her every physical characteristic, attribute, and batshit crazy inclination is mappable, and I can prove it. And as for me, I’ve only ever been on the other end of the adoption thang, and they totally let you off the hook with the paperwork when you can’t yet hold a pen.)
We do, however, plan to wait til after the wedding so, as parental types, we don’t have to pony up for dowries or anything. Cuz we’re cunning that way…
We’ll let you know once we have registries set up. 
