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so, um, I've been married for 48 hours. And I have zero complaints. I still love David to pieces. He keeps banging his wedding ring against mine and saying, "Wonder Twin Powers activate! Form of a married couple." And I giggle everytime, because we are dorks.

I don't have any photos yet, but I shall. Ceremony was wonderful. I could not stop laughing and bouncing. Other people cried. I giggled. I'd even worn waterproof mascara in case I cried. (which I bought at the Sephora in Copley. I told the woman who sold it to me that I was afraid I'd look like Tammy Faye Baker if I didn't get waterproof mascara and then wept at my own wedding. She proceeded to tell me about the time Tammy Faye came into that Sephora and bought an assload of makeup.) But, nope. Not a tear did I shed, though I may have knocked my laugh lines further along on the road to being wrinkles!

We're on vacation this week in PTown, which is full of hawt gay men. hee!

I'm reading Lord Peter Wimsey mysteries in bed and eating salad.

We spent most of today at a fancy schmancy spa and had massages and mineral soaks and all sorts of cucumbers to place on our eyes. It was a very beige and tranquil spa. We'd never have done it if it hadn't been a gift. yay!