...but other than that, being married doesn't feel any different at all. I mean, yeah I don't have to go back to my apartment at midnight. And there's that whole procreating thing. But it's been about a week and it hasn't really HIT me that whoa, I'm married.
It almost did Sunday. But not quite.
Oh well. I'm liking it. I don't want to give the wrong impression with this.
Tossing the bouquet (caught by Evil Christy)
Debating to whom to fling the garter. John-Face got it.
I had to secretly conspire with thePatrick every time I got the chance to arrange for him to drop my car off for me.
I'm honestly surprised at how fast the night went. We had a great time and almost forgot to cut the cake before we left! (pics to come later)
I'm glad the planning and stressing about the day are past. Now I just get to live out my days with my honey :)
That is all.