Honey...moon me.

There is so much nudity in marriage... I don't think I realized this before a week ago.

So the story goes like this.

I wake up to a text a 6:00 am in the morning on April 12. It's from my lover and it says, "Love you babe, can't wait to see you". Who could get cold feet after that?

Then we get married at the Salt Lake Temple at 11:00 am. The slight drizzle outside made my hair frizz up like a mo-fo. I didn't care though, because the whole time we were taking pictures my new husband was squeezing my hiney.

Then we do the reception. It was beautiful :) almost everyone we love the very, very most was there.

Then we do the Anniversary Inn. Our bed was in a tree. Elephants and waterfalls played a part that night. 'Nuff said.

Then we do Rexburg. No gas in our temporary apartment= no hot showers, heat, stove, oven, etc. We opened lots of presents, took back lots of presents and ogled at people's generosity.

Then we do Spokane. The reception at The Glover Mansion was incredibly fancy and gorgeous. Loved. It.

Then we do the davenport. The ginormous urban outfitters bag that I was lugging around that held my entire collection of lingerie (or linguini as my husband calls it) broke right in the middle of the lobby. Every bit of lace, strappy thingies and silk (and other unmentionables) I own was strewn about for the entire world to see.

Then we do Rexburg again. No gas still.

Then we do school today. No shower in 4 days= nast to the eeeee.