In celebration of finding the address book that's been lost since we moved in I hereby request your address so I can mail you goofy Texas postcards at some point.

I get to go to bed and wake up next to my guy every night and morning. It's a little difficult to get used to being an "us" and a "we" and an "and". But I really like it. I'm even enjoying the meaningless squabbles about dishes and laundry.

It's the life, isn't it?


And as long as you have a long commute to work you may as well start at four am and miss rush hour, right? Maybe?