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Post Wedding Blues?
special for the creature-in-law
Wow. So I kept hearing about them, but didn’t think I would be affected. But perhaps I had the whole thing wrong. You see, I though the post wedding blues were when the bride came home all married and returned to real life and no longer was the center of attention and no longer in the midst of spending more money on a party then they would ever spend in their lives and well… would get sorta depressed.
Yeah, I don’t have that.
Instead, I have 72 stitches in my mouth making it nearly impossible for me to talk. No heavy lifting and any exorcise makes my mouth throb. My house is a pile of half unpacked boxes and suitcases and my clients, for both businesses are calling and emailing because I’m late getting back on schedule. And I think my dog is threatening to move out if I don’t promise some more interesting walks to the park soon.
I would LOVE to get back to my pre-wedding life.
Filed under Holy Matrimony Batman!
Back. Sorta.
Wacky Wedding Wrap-up
The wedding was amazing. So many of our friends flew across the country to join us for a long weekend, we all stayed on the beach, spent two days at Disney and basically spent some great time bonding. Of course, the husbands, father’s current wife had too much to drink and went nutso at about midnight, kicking us all out, even though we had the space all night. No one wanted to deal with her, so we all left and went back to beach.
We spent the rest of the night drinking expensive champagne out of plastic cups, dipping our toes in the ocean and talking about how crazy she is. Damn Crazy. As in cornering our friends and telling them what “thorns in her side” we are. At our own wedding! Truly crazy. I could go on and on about the crazy, there is a full blog of crazy that I could fill, but I really don’t want to relive it. Again. Lets just say that she is old, in bad health and I will not feel sorry when she dies. And THAT makes me feel bad about myself, but you can only take so much.
KittyKat VS The Olive
Last weekend I finally had my first eating in public with the flipper outing. To… a BBQ. What where they cooking? Ribs. Yup. Me with no front teeth, off to eat meat off a bone. This is a pretty foodie intense crowd, so the ribs where falling off the bones delectable and turned out to be the least of my problem. My main problem was an olive. A cute little black, does wonders for your hair, goes well on pizza, olive.
‘Cept, this being a foodie crowd, it was not your average olive – which was what drew me to it in the first place.
I’ve just walked in a said my hellos. There is a ton of appetizer type food out and I’m saying my hellos to the people around the table when this giant, shiny (ooh! Shiny!) large egg sizes things winks at me and as I’m talking to my friend I pick it up and go to put it in my mouth.
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues.
PickyBritches on Thinking Outside The Box Give AwayWe hide our BDSM lifestyle by doing things like using the miniblind handle as a whipper! You know, they just sort of pop right off the hook, don't make much noise, and sting like a mother fucker! Perfect! :D 
neeroc on Thinking Outside The Box Give AwayV (5) was with me when that IG pic came across my timeline. I told her they were earrings *g* 
QueerieBradshaw on Thinking Outside The Box Give AwayI wanted to post something about anal being outside of the box, but I couldn't come up with something funny enough. My life is thinking outside of the box. Including buying paddles with you at the place we aren't mentioning due to you not wanting to be sued. 
Mona Darling on A Rockin Parenting Fail.I got a new system. I'll post about how he out smarted me on that one soon. :-/