You May Now Refer to Me as "The Missus"...

because I'm a married woman ya'll!!!!

I am a married woman home from her honeymoon typing on a working computer! With access to the internet! In my own home! Holy fuck shit yeah!

So now I am concentrating on moving, making sure that I am wearing my big, hunkin' wedding ring at all times, and smiling a lot. It's a good life.

To tell you the truth, it's not that different, apart from the fact that I can't remember my new last name about 3/4 of the time, have a stunning inability to make an uppercase "K" in cursive script, and can't remember the pin number on my new joint checking account. I still refer to Matt as my "boyfriend" which is something I doubt I'll ever shake, and I still use the term "Well, fuck me!" if the situation presents itself, which, if you think about it is, is not very wifelike. Oh well. Oh, and I still adore Britney and Kevin, even though I gave up on Chaotic, and I want my marriage to be just as splendiferous as theirs!!! Pass the PBR, Kevin! Yee haw!

So, my little sesame chicken bites, here's the round up:
First week of marriage: excellent
Honeymoon: rocked
Weezer's new album: not so much
Chaotic: sadly unviewable
Computer: a sad little fuck up, on its last legs
Wedding gifts: keep em' comin'
Washing dishes: Hell no!

Have a good un!