I am not hungover.
I am not pierced/tattooed/someone’s bitch. Well, maybe Tom’s.
I am, however, very very tired. And buried in laundry. And breathlessly overwhelmed by the laundry/mail/dishes/email/miscellaneous crap that has piled up in our absence.
Back soon with a recap. And yes, we did actually go through with the whole Vegas/Elvis wedding. 🙂
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