Greetings, my neglected internet friends. I have returned to you from the wilds of Belize, where I drank my weight in rum-based beverages and also proved that I can both kayak and snorkle without injuring myself in some fantastically stupid way. I’m just as surprised as you are.
The wedding itself was lovely. When we get the video, I’ll have to post a clip of the Lady Gaga Dance-off. I maintain that I won, but my Uncle Billy might tell you differently. We were accused of choreography, but I’m sure regular readers know that I’m not nearly organized enough for that.
Now I’m back at work and have a cold, which is less glamorous. I’m also trying NaNoWriMo again this year. I haven’t “won” since 2007, but I have high hopes for this year. Keep your fingers crossed for me!
I will leave you with this observation, from our first post-honeymoon dinner out: Sgt Lucky sometimes looks like a cat adjusting its tie, if cats wore ties. I’m waiting for him to start grooming himself with the backs of his hands, and then we’ll know for sure what I’ve always suspected, which is that he’s part cat, and passing for human.