Not "we" as in me and you and not the royal we. "We" as in me and THIS guy.
And slowly, but surely, we are recovering. The balloons have deflated, the flowers are dead, and there are only about a dozen cupcakes left in the freezer. (Okay, two dozen.) I intend to wash them down with left over champagne. In front of the television. Wearing pyjamas.
Here's what I'm calling our "official wedding photo" from City Hall. (Not pictured: our witnesses Patty and Gid, and the lovely Officiant, George).
- conch penis
- creepy weirdos
- vintage children and french
- a certain amount of purposelessness is necessary to lead a full life
- does kale make you poop