MOSTLY ups.
In order to increase the chances of my going to hell, I decided to play hooky from church and the choir* this morning so I could sleep in and have lazy weekend morning sex with Kev.
*shit like this always backfires on me. later I will find out that there were NO altos there, so the choir really struggled, but then somehow the sermon was totally awesome, best ever given, half the congregation in tears, and then afterwards there were cookies.
Just as we were about to enjoy an appropriate post-lazy weekend morning sex breakfast of fried eggs, toast and bacon, I heard “OH SHIT!” and saw Kev sprint to the laundry room faster than I have EVER seen that boy move before. The load of laundry he had started only minutes before had somehow OVERFLOWED the washer, and water was pouring out everywhere…beginning to flood our laundry room, and coming DANGEROUSLY close to soaking our NEW FUCKING FLOOR in the hallway.
crap.
we got it cleaned up, but we are now out of clean towels. Oh, and no washing machine.
It’s probably OK, just a freak accident, but we are mistrustful. Fortunately, we do have a washer/dryer set of Kev’s in storage, that we were planning on keeping with us after the move…BUT…
It’s a nice set, but cheap. We can move them in here, sell them with the condo, and then buy a NEW set when we move. With wedding money. That I wanted to use to buy a new couch.
Oh well.
Oh, did I mention Sadie tried to eat Kev’s abandoned eggs? Because for her, food left on plate and on the floor, is fair game. I managed to snatch it away before she fully dug in…and it is a testament to how far Kev has come that he decided to eat them anyway. there are worse things.
And we’ve been on boil water restrictions all weekend because of a water line break north of here. THE FUN NEVER ENDS!!!!
ANWAY…with that wonderful start to the day…I decided to make some good things happen.
WE HAVE A HONEYMOON!!!!
A week after the wedding (just worked out better for us timing wise, though I will probably regret not sprinting out of the reception straight to the beach), we will be laying on a white sandy beach riiiight…here.
We rented a house just 100 steps away from the beach. (Those right ON the beach were a little out of our price range, unless anyone out there has a few thousand dollars they’d like to lend us. No? Ok then).
We can do our own thing: swim, fish, rent a boat, rent bikes, grill, and fuck each others brains out without worry that someone on the other side of the wall will get all bitchy about it.
It’s going to be WONDERFUL!!! Ahhhh…I can’t FUCKING WAIT!!!!
OK. back to scrape drywall. Don’t ask.
Ah yes, grilling and humping like deranged weasels without worry of “please have quiet sex” notes on your door. Yeah. It’s all good.
The washer sucketh ass, and it’s good that you have backups–it’ll also let you save storage space for more important things, like the case of lube you’ll need to go with you on the honeymoon.
All that “humping like deranged weasels,” you know. PETA will be pissed if you don’t use lube.
Mmmmmmm… sex, bacon, eggs, toast, eating after a dog… it doesn’t get any better than that.
Fabulous honeymoon spot! Yay!
Believe me, you’ll be happier with a new washer and dryer than a new couch. I say this as a person who doesn’t have a washer and dryer and has to haul clothing 6 blocks through all kinds of weather in a little cart every time she wants to do laundry. I would gladly trade a new couch for the ability to do laundry in-house.
Hold on a sec, I need to get on my moral high horse for a second (grunt, wheez, oof). Sorry, it’s a very tall horse and I don’t climb up there very often so I’m a little stiff.
So, which is the greater sin, the staying home from church, or the premarital sex? Hmmm, that’s a tough one. Perhaps you should have gone to church and had afternoon sex to balance them out?
(jumps down) Ow, nearly twisted an ankle jumping down from here. Hopefully I can still outrun you with a gimp leg.
The honeymoon sounds awesome! 100 steps is close enough to the beach. I bet you guys will have a blast. And lots of sin free sex!
If premarital sex is a sin, then I don’t wanna be sin-free.
Nice location for your honeymoon. You’ll really enjoy that week to yourselves, especially after making out Thank You cards and figuring out what bills still need to get paid