It’s only been a short time since I became a Mrs. and each day is more and more amazing. Trust me, I can’t really tell you what it IS that is more amazing but it’s there and it’s very real. Ok that’s not my point. My point is that in making this pretty painless transition from Miss to Mrs. I am wrestling with the rest of my outside of the home life that doesn’t really match how I’m feeling or where I want to be going.
StayCation All I Ever Wanted
Yes, I whinedthat our StayCation had been ruined last week due to illness. But MB is back in action {more later, promises!} and we are ready to hit the streets of DC as we are still dogless {and loving it! Poor Kanga!}. Tonight after I get my butt back on the trails I’m meeting husband in our favorite part of DC, Chinatown, for our favorite dinner at Matchbox, probably.

W&B Loves: Layla Grace
In planning the wedding, I ran across a LOT of things online that I absolutely could not live with out. Most of these things involve some sort of paper product. My new favorite papier {and supplier of all other things magical and beautiful} is Layla Grace:

Meanwhile Back at the Ranch
In case you’ve missed it — there is plenty going on at Bride and Blog today!
A Sexy Gift for my husband!
How to pack for 2 without losing your mind.
Jan is one hot mama!
Candy for our bar!
And so much more!! Enjoy!
Powering Through the Classics
While reworking our StayCation agenda, MB and I found ourselves in our most favorite place in the universe. The book store.

this is the actual B&N near our house!
Our Completely Ruined StayCation
I posted on Bride and Blogpretty late in the process about how we would be traipsing around the District spending our first week of newlywedded bliss snuggling in tasty restaurants and hauling ourselves up and down the Potomac on boats. Then life took over in the form of a flair of MB’s incurable disease and all of our plans got sidelined. Which required me to throw down, get my hair cut, and throw a major temper tantrum like none I’ve thrown before.
PWC Anna Wintour Style
To tame the wild lure of cutting off all my hair just because I’m married and to preserve my long locks for other nuptials, I think I’m turning to my favorite style icon for some inspiriation, Madame Wintour

from Getty Images
Thank God for Our Vapid Soceity
Listen, I love most things that our pop culture has to offer. Rachel Zoe screaming about how life picking out dresses is so stressful {the Wife and Blog household love La Zoe, FYI}, watching whom we call the Fat Bachelor choose women for their heart not their dress size despite the fact they were put on the show for just that. And someone named Megan who has appeared on more reality shows than I have You Tube videos {shocking, right?} trying to “find love” on Megan Want a Millionaire {thank you VH1!}.
I relish most of these shows, and programs like them, because it is a gentle reminder that the reality I inhabit has nothing to do with weekly elimination ceremonies, boom microphones in my face, or my own taped commentary on why or why not I might be falling madly in love with someone I hardly know. I will admit, however, that the impact of this kind of pop culture shift, from the inane to the completely bizarre has lead to a country seemingly obsessed more and more with appearance, status and money, rather than the things that really count. But what if your vapid obsession with your appearance could help catch your killer?
Yep, that happened.
Me, My Husband and the Incurable Disease
Our wedding weekend was spectacular. Seriously. The weather could not have been more agreeable, we could not be more in love, and we could not have asked for more ebullient friends and family members to be surrounding us on our most special day. But there was also something with us that put a minor damper on things, as usual. MB’s incurable disease.
