Well, the wedding is finally over, and the honeymoon has resentfully concluded. And I'm pooped.

My wedding day was happy. Very very happy. Perhaps I will upload pictures. If I can figure that out.
Everything ran very smoothly, and the only glitch was that my music didn't sync to my ipod. Thank goodness for 16 year old brothers who are willing to skip out on a little wedding to drive home to fix the issue.

We left in a car covered in sticky notes(some of them were more than just inappropriate)
and we came home to an apartment with 5 unpacked boxes and a bed. Classy.

We woke early the next morning to start the horribly long, 22 hour drive to Lake Travis, Texas.

After a long drive with some rather eventful happenings, we arrived at the beautiful resort ready to play.

We made some great friends, literally swam with the fishies, fed llamas, deer, goats and sheep, saw the new Batman(99% perfect. Had Anne Hathaway not contaminated the movie, it would have been a solid 100) I tried a lot of food exclusive to the Texas area. (I highly recommend whataburger. It'll put all you in-n-out lovers to shame) And we both left with sunburnt shoulders and arms.
All in all a successful trip.

Our apartment has no air conditioning, dishwasher, or microwave. The tv sits on the floor(big cheer for Sharissa) Will has his gaming corner set up nicely in the back room. Our floor is covered with boxes and bags still needing unpacked. Our bedroom has nothing but a bed. 3 very loud fans are running constantly.
It's small and it's not perfect, but we are perfectly happy.