Hello from the me with brown-lightbrown-darkbrown-red-darkbrown-brown shoulders

We're back. We're glad to be back. The vacation was too long, which means it was a failure, but we do know that we can be together continually for a week with not enough to do and not turn on each other, so I think the marriage continues to be a success (she says from the vantage of two and a half months).

There are bad doings related to the mothers. My garden is a mess. We have bills and the threat of gas being shut off (because they haven't taken a physical reading in a year, though if they'd, you know, knocked sometime in the past two months Eric would have let them in). We have a lot of work to do.

TTFN

Honeymoon tomorrow. Shopping and lots of tomato processing today. Fiber and The Sims with Michelle yesterday, as well as the discovery my sunflowers are peeking out from behind the garage. Sheesh. Eric is panicked about the traveling, we're packing half our pantry, and I'm positive I'm going to forget the toothpaste. Bah. Tomorrow we will be in the Caribbean, and that's all that really matters.

Cooking and traveling and credit, oh my

Hello, August. I can't say I didn't see you coming; in fact, you've been awfully slow. Is it because you contain my honeymoon? That might be it. Just three days left, since today's mainly over and we leave at o-dark-thirty on Sunday. And then we get there at 10:15 and the room won't be ready until 3. The brochure advises bringing a bathing suit in carryon luggage.

I have tried two of M's cucumber recipes, and they were delicious. I fully expect the cucumber-carrot coleslaw to be equally so but I may or may not have time to make it before we leave. Since we'll be gone a week, a lot of stuff is with an eye to that week--cooking, laundry, bills. Tomorrow we go for haircuts (or Eric does; now I'm ambivalent) and my bathing suit, and maybe some snacks since I'm a little afraid there won't be enough to suit either of our palates.

I'm currently on the phone with my customer service for my main card. (What time is it in India?) He keeps saying, "Allow me a moment, ma'am." I find that charming. The trying to sell me a credit monitoring system three times, not so much so. But at least I know this is really my credit card company I'm dealing with.