Friday, I'm in Love

Summer, at B is for Brown does this cute post each Friday highlighting all the things she is in love with at the moment. I've recently started reading her blog and I adore it! She writes about life as a southern girl (Louisiana) living in New York with her sweet husband and cats. She is candid about her life, and while it hasn't been all sunshine and rainbows, she finds the good in every situation and I never click away from her blog with a frown. Go check her out and give her some love!

So it's Fridaaaaay....YAY!

To say this has been a long week is the understatement of the year. Why is coming back from a vacation always so so hard? I can understand needing a week to recover from your week away if you partied balls while gone, but really, we didn't. Oh, trust that we drank it up and went to bed exhausted each night, but we slept in each morning and lounged on the beach each day, ate well each meal, and...

OH MY GOD, TAKE ME BACK TO MEXICO.

So pretty much I have been living for the 6pm hour, when I walk into my house and am greeted by my dog, begging for her dinner, tail wagging so furiously it seems as if her butt might actually disconnect from her body. A kiss first goes to SK, who is usually sprawled out on the couch, waiting for me and for our evening to begin.

"Hello, Husband."
"Hello, Wife."

It sounds lame, and I never thought I would be the girl to care, but I giggle every time he calls me that.

I am so in love with being married, it's stupid.

Dreaming...

...of being anywhere but here, right now.

I'm back, married, and TAN. Do you know how depressing it is, then, to have to sit in my office every day for 10 hours, watching that sweet brown fade from my arms? Torturous!

SK and I have had a hell of month - it's been FANTASTIC! Started it off by gettin' hitched on the 1st, then jetted to Cancun for 6 days on the 3rd. Now we're back in Houston, me trying to get adjusted to work again, him trying to wrap up his semester and get ready for (seriously?) his yearly 3-month long vacation.

Is it bad, 12 days in, to say you sometimes hate your husband? Because sometimes I hate my husband.

MY HUSBAND.

Holy shit, that's weird. Weird to say, weird to write, weird to see in print.

I am a wife.

*gulp.

If we're friends on FB, you've likely seen some of the photos of the wedding, but I am working on a post to get them up here. In the meantime, gaze upon these beauties...because I have been, pretty much since we got home on Sunday, cursing the world and wishing I could be back on a beach, with my toes in the water and ass in the sand...

**all images via Google**