Which is about four years longer than you'd think for someone who shot guns and talked incessantly about vomit on their first date. I'm a real crowd-pleaser, I am.
Happy anniversary to my loving French hubby!
Monday, September 21, 2015
The Real Me
When Mika and I went on our first date, who could have known we'd end up getting married? Yet now here we are, celebrating our four-year wedding anniversary.
Which is about four years longer than you'd think for someone who shot guns and talked incessantly about vomit on their first date. I'm a real crowd-pleaser, I am.
Happy anniversary to my loving French hubby!
Which is about four years longer than you'd think for someone who shot guns and talked incessantly about vomit on their first date. I'm a real crowd-pleaser, I am.
Happy anniversary to my loving French hubby!
Monday, September 7, 2015
Resistance is Futile
Nearly four years ago, I married the man of my dreams. Which means about four years ago I had my bachelorette party, during which I attempted to dance on the bar but fell off the barstool before that awesomeness could even begin. And that means it's been three years since the bruise on my shin went away.
Yep, you read that right. That blasted bruise lasted for almost exactly a year. Which, in hindsight, was about what I deserved.
Singing all night long: Totally awesome
Dancing all night long: Totally fun
Dancing on bars: Totally unsafe
Falling off bars: Totally embarrassing
But, hey, you only (usually) have a bachelorette party once, right? Totally worth it.
Yep, you read that right. That blasted bruise lasted for almost exactly a year. Which, in hindsight, was about what I deserved.
Singing all night long: Totally awesome
Dancing all night long: Totally fun
Dancing on bars: Totally unsafe
Falling off bars: Totally embarrassing
But, hey, you only (usually) have a bachelorette party once, right? Totally worth it.