No troth left unplighted
Apr. 15th, 2012 09:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThe internet seems to be filling up with pix of us today. I feel like I ought to be posting photos of cats, just to restore the proper balance (The Internet Is Full Of Cats, remember?).
While we were gone, people partied in our house till the early hours, apparently. I love that. We meanwhile were sleeping the sleep of the justly married. Apparently newly-weds feel very tired and go to bed early. Who knew?
Don't tell 'em, but it doesn't actually help. We have drrragggged through today; our major ambition was to take a pile of cardboard to the dump, and we failed at that. Now it's nearly ten o'clock again, and we are pining for our bed again. Damn it, where is the life that late I led? I used to be a night-owl, but alas. Somehow I have become a lark, at least to the point of being awake stupid early. Not that I get out of bed and use the time productively, mind. Not till the boys' misbehaviours wear us down, at least, and I get up to feed them. They used to be good boys, and doze until I rose; but no longer. Now Barry chews cables and Mac bothers K until I am driven to the feeding-station. This morning we were in a hotel miles away and didn't have the boys, so I stayed in bed even later and still didn't use the time.
In other news, we got married yesterday. I shall refer to K hereafter as m'wife, until she throws something. I don't suppose it'll take long.
Also, I have spent some time today oiling my new chopping-board with the recommended Mystery Oil. I'm not sure when I became someone who looks after his things, but hey. So long as it lasts, I'll take it. It's probably a function of being married, or something.
While we were gone, people partied in our house till the early hours, apparently. I love that. We meanwhile were sleeping the sleep of the justly married. Apparently newly-weds feel very tired and go to bed early. Who knew?
Don't tell 'em, but it doesn't actually help. We have drrragggged through today; our major ambition was to take a pile of cardboard to the dump, and we failed at that. Now it's nearly ten o'clock again, and we are pining for our bed again. Damn it, where is the life that late I led? I used to be a night-owl, but alas. Somehow I have become a lark, at least to the point of being awake stupid early. Not that I get out of bed and use the time productively, mind. Not till the boys' misbehaviours wear us down, at least, and I get up to feed them. They used to be good boys, and doze until I rose; but no longer. Now Barry chews cables and Mac bothers K until I am driven to the feeding-station. This morning we were in a hotel miles away and didn't have the boys, so I stayed in bed even later and still didn't use the time.
In other news, we got married yesterday. I shall refer to K hereafter as m'wife, until she throws something. I don't suppose it'll take long.
Also, I have spent some time today oiling my new chopping-board with the recommended Mystery Oil. I'm not sure when I became someone who looks after his things, but hey. So long as it lasts, I'll take it. It's probably a function of being married, or something.