Stockholm and Damn Good Liar

Stockholm

The day after the wedding, waiting for a bus in DC with 10 of our family members, exhausted and cranky, I said to nobody in particular, “This is not how I envisioned spending my honeymoon.”

Well, who cares? We’re going to Stockholm in October for eight nights!

Wha-hooooooo!

I’ve been to Sweden once before. It was my first international trip and I went alone in March 2002. I’ve done every international trip alone, in fact. (Actually, I wasn’t alone the whole time. After about a week in Stockholm, I met my pen-pal Stina in Skellefte? (and Ume?) and we spent a week together.)

It should be interesting to go to Sweden a) with Good Man and b) with more travel and life experience under my belt (read: I’m not afraid of the subway).

Now, we’re just assuming his interview on the 27th will go well. If it doesn’t, we can’t go to Stockholm. But if it doesn’t, I’m guessing Stockholm will be the last thing on our minds.

Damn Good Liar

At the yarn store, I held up a skein of purple yarn. It has bits of blue and red spun throughout it. “Do you see that? How would this be for a sweater for you?”

Good Man nodded, “OK.”

“But the flecks? Are those OK?”

He peered at the skein. “I can’t see what you are saying.”

I held up a skein of solid purple yarn. “See how this is plain and this one has flecks?”

He peered closer. “Yes, OK.”

“You’re lying, aren’t you?”

He nodded and smiled, “I’m a damn good liar!”

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We got our wedding certificate back from the frame shop today. Total Framing did a great job. We put it on the wall across from the door—you can see it as soon as you enter our apartment. It’s almost 20 by 20 inches.

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We received a crock pot from my aunt and uncle for our wedding. It has interchangeable crocks in two-, four-, and six-quarts. Tonight I used it for the first time to make cranberry-apple chicken. I served it with brown rice and it was delicious. The photo is bad, in large part because I was shooting JPG instead of RAW. Trust me, it was good.