On July 30th of this year, I got married. It is, I admit, rolling off my tongue these days with so much frequency that it has begun to make everyone want to slap me. Just a little. No one actually has hauled off and done it yet. I am, as they say, a newlywed. I'm in my, I think they call it, honeymoon period. I get a buy. I get to talk about me.
Married life like-you-mean-it (LYMI) by author Joselin Linder. She previously blogged about her engagement with Gagging to the altar in February.
(Everyone asks - So how's married life? And I get to answer for a while with a lot of sentences that start with the word "we" or "I." And the best part is that when I stop for a breath, realize I've been talking for 15 minutes without changing the subject or breathing and politely rebound with, "And you? How are you?" They go, "Oh, fine...fine...so Tulum? How long was the Honeymoon?" And so back to me.)