Yesterday marks two months of wedded bliss for Andy and I. So far so
good. I'm growing more comfortable with the idea that he believes
strongly that dirty socks BELONG in the middle of the living room floor
and he is forgiving when I schedule things like Mary Kay parties on the
night we set aside as "date night" (plus it was our one month
anniversary. Whatever. One month anniversary? What are we, in high
For those of you who are judging me for scheduling a Mary Kay party at all, allow me to explain. I have an inherent inability to say "no" when someone asks me for something directly. I have learned, in my later twenties, not to volunteer myself just because someone throws a job out there (thank-you, Boundaries). However, if say, a pushy Indian man asks me to do something like buy $40 fancy face wash that doesn't even require water because water is really bad for your skin, don't you know, and they'll throw in a super cool nail buffer that makes your nails really shiny, I am genetically predisposed to handing over my debit card (Sorry, honey).
At any rate, being married has been a lot of fun and I have already made my recommendations to every single friend I own so I'll leave it at that. It is quite a wonderful thing to have a partner to help hold you down (in the "keep you from beating up the Indian guy at the mall kiosk" kind of way, not the JLO "hold me down, Jenny from the block, keep it real" kind of way). So here is a little tribute in pictures to my Andy: