So as you know from A Monkey's post, I got married.
And for the whole wedding day my insides felt like this
and this
Then it was the next day and then it was like:
Let the fun times begin.
Right now.
Our families became best friends (I'm serious - our dads text each other maybe all the time) and when my dad suggested a polar bear swim all the guys thought he was a genius.
I, on the other hand, had a mini heart attack and kept telling my new husband to come back to shore once he got wet. He just wanted to body surf in the unusually large waves for that time of year and we had our first fight. Ha! Just kidding! I was secretly proud.
These guys might as well move to Philadelphia cause of all the brotherly love going on (am I right? or am I right? boom!).
We had the usual family taco party and played games and danced Gangnam Style.
Well, at least Magic Man did.
Then two days after the wedding I learned that Magic Man was an animal lover, especially birds. Then we really had our first fight. Ha! I tricked you again! I love that he's so rustic and fearless. Seagulls? wouldn't go near 'em.
We ate at Ruby's on the pier and by 'ate' I mean 'over ate' -- there is no reason someone (read: me) needs to eat an egg sandwich and cinnamon roll french toast (but if you go - you need to order and eat both.)
And let's not forget Grandma Ginny's newest best friend (that would be Magic Man in case I'm not being clear). There was so much southern love there I wanted to tell them to 'get a room' but then decided that would sound weird. But I loved that she approved of and loved him (best reader of all personalities is Grandma Ginny. Hands Down. It's almost spooky.)
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