Fo' reals.I couldn't put it down.
My MIL was brilliant to force me at gunpoint to tie the knot in March. I clearly see her wisdom now, especially this year, as it gave me the perfect excuse to badger my hub to death about taking me away for the weekend.
That's right, I just returned from my TWENTY FIRST wedding anniversary get-a-way celebration extravaganza weekend.
It was a totally spontaneous, last minute, snap decision which took me 3 weeks to orchestrate.
We slipped away late Saturday night and drove through rain and sleet and snow to get to our secret destination, which was St. George. We chose St. George because we spent our honeymoon there at the Four Seasons on Main Street.
And also because my in-laws have a condo there so it was free.
Plus it's our favorite place to break the Sabbath.
Last time we broke the sabbath we were also in St. George, at Chuck-A-Rama. It was Valentines Day. Guess who else breaks the Sabbath in St. George on Valentines Day? The Polygamists. Can you believe it???? Those Polygamist guys take all their wives to Chuck-A-Rama for Valentines Day!! How weird is that?
Poor plural wives.
This time we broke the Sabbath soaking all-you-can-eat breadsticks into all-you-can-eat Zuppa Toscana soup at The Olive Garden. Then we bought a bunch of Zeppolis and cruised down Bluff Street singing Paul McCartney's Silly Love Songs at the top of our lungs while doing nani nani boo boo at all the church going folks.
That's as much romance as I get, peeps.
Although I did try to spice things up a bit this year since I'm reading Twhylight for the very first time. You should have seen my hub's face when I pulled out the glitter and the fake fangs.
But seriously, speaking of fake fangs, I'm on page 300 now in Twhylight. I could have been further, but I read The Wednesday Letters in between page 98-99. Two thumbs up for The Wednesday Letters, btw.
But as soon as I finished reading it (and eating my adobado tacos from Albertos, and my mint Milanos from Flying J in Beaver, and walking around the Spanish Villas in Green Valley, and vacuuming up all the glitter, and watching the Academy Awards) I got right back to Twhylight.
MUCH to say, but my lips are sealed until I turn the last page.
My favorite part of my anniversary celebration extravaganza get-a-way weekend, besides lying in bed until 10:00 a.m. and treading water until noon, was coming home and hearing my daughter rattle on and on about how hard it is to be a mom and how she had to wash the dishes like threes times and how it took her an hour to get the boys to stop arguing and pick their clothes up off the floor.
TOUCHE, my darling daughter! Touche!