Still Married and No One's Dead

John and I recently celebrated our 11 wedding anniversary. I know. I can't believe it either. It seems like just the other day that I was doing that weird thing with my wrist dropping my hand down so people can see my ring. Yeah, after you get married that stops. Other things that stop are the gifts. It was so nice to come home and have gifts waiting on me. Now, I just have bills waiting on me. All those wonderful towels I got at wedding showers. Well, they have lost their "fluffiness" factor and no one has come to replenish them. resh my towel supply. Nope. We have to take care of that ourselves. Gees, talk about in good times and in bad. Times are tough.

I was talking with a friend the other day about my honeymoon. Two words: it sucked. Oh yeah, I said it. It sucked. I was so excited to be a bride! I was obsessed with our wedding: the right dress, the right colors, the right flowers, beautiful pictures, yada, yada, yada. In all my preparation of the wedding, I left out the honeymoon. We went to Charleston, SC. Both John and I had spent our summers there, so we were familiar with Charleston. Too familiar with Charleston.

We stayed at "2 Meeting Street Inn" right on the Charleston battery and White Point Gardens, overlooking Ft. Sumter. It is a beautiful Queen Anne home. I used to get my picture made in front of it with dreams of a romantic honeymoon. By the time the honeymoon came around, we had a very limited budget, but who cares, right? We're staying at 2 Meeting Street Inn, wedding bliss will be had! WRONG! No disrespect to Anne Frank, but she had a much bigger room than John and I did. The bed took up the room, so that when you walked around the room you had to turn side ways to get by. I have clear memories of John turning on the tv only to find no cable but rather bunny ears. Check out their website. Our room was the "Granite Room. It hasn't changed in 11 years. In the pic, you can still see the top of the bunny ears: http://www.twomeetingstreet.com/rooms-lodging.htm. We now refer to it as the "Anne Frank Room."

This was not the honeymoon I had envisioned. It looked nothing like a Sandals Beach Resort commercials. No beds on the beach with sheers blowing in the wind. No horseback riding on the beach. No, it was me turning sideways in our Anne Frank room to get to the bathroom because one I stepped in horse poo outside of the B&B. By the time we got back to Knoxville, I was so sad. Gone were the bride-to-be dreams. Instead, life had given me a quick taste of reality....and it tasted bad.

Well, dear reader, I'm happy to report that our marriage is nothing like our honeymoon. Oh, our marriage is funny for sure but we always have a good time. Actually, we just got back from a mini-vacation in Pigeon Forge and had a great time! We rented a cabin and had 2,000 square feet of space, glorious space all to ourselves. Hot tub, pool table , jacuzzi and a beautiful view of a landfill. Ahhhh, wedding bliss!