Y’all. Seriously. I haven’t written since November? I have serious issues.

Thank you to AE and Erin for pointing out that I’m the blogging world’s biggest loser. And for asking me to write again.

I’ve been gone so long that I forgot my WordPress password and nearly locked myself out for eternity. (Sidenote: thank you to my iphone’s autocorrect function that helpfully changed “locked” to “licked.”)

(Cause that wouldn’t have made me look weird at ALL).

I’ve also been gone so long that I neglected to approve a comment from a sweet gal at Compassion who asked me to update a linky (auto correct: kinky) on my sidebar. I’ve also been gone too long to remember how to do that. So I promise to get to it!

And just in case you’re wondering, I’ve been married for a little over 4 months now. In that time, I’ve learned some valuable lessons, such as:

- Turning down the brightness on your iPhone will not prevent your husband from waking up and catching you checking Facebook at 1:14am. Even if you had strategically pulled the sheet over your head.

- Just because you are perfectly fine wearing mismatched socks (who really sees them anyway?), doesn’t mean your husband is. Which means he also might not appreciate–nay, he may loathe–digging through the “socks without a life partner” basket to see what combos can be made.

- It is possible that your husband will enjoy eating at the dinner table instead of sitting on the couch with food trays watching Entertainment Tonight. If this is the case, greenlight to blame his mother for bringing him up civilized.

- You might think you can stay awake long enough at night to finally catch your husband snoring. Be careful. It’s 99.999% likely to be the 55 pound dog curled behind your knees sawing logs.

- If your husband leans into your cheek in the middle of church and says you smell like sweet potato casserole, get rid of your sunless face tanner. YESTERDAY.

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