just a pair of honeymooners

Hi. My name is Mrs. Emery. I'm in love.

Last week, we went to a magical land. It was full of red rocks

and palm trees

and cute bunnies (black-tailed jackrabbits, to be exact),

and weird yard decorations.

We proudly sported our painted car all week long

and made it a point to kiss every time someone honked.

In fact, we did a lot of shameless kissing in public.

{Remember my post about a gross couple at Walmart? I'm proud to say we're way worse than them.}

We even made it to these two temples (loved that)

and went to Vegas for a day.

In Vegas, we played the part of eager tourists,

admired a real-life statue {I love those}

I attempted to kiss a fish,

Sam pretended to gamble,

we saw some fountains,

and contemplated the pros and cons of wedding chapels.

As a general rule, we stayed up each night drinking Martinelli's in iced glasses,

and we went to an outdoor theater

and another one of those please since we loved the first one so much,

and we spent lots of time at the pool(s).

We loved our little condo, which Sam named the honeymondo.... get it..... honeymoon condo... honeymondo.... We like to name our houses.

Bottom line:


welikeeachotheralotandthehoneymoonwasperfectandwe'resohappy