Not even a month into marriage and I've given up lingerie in favor of a flannel onesie with built in feet shaped like sock monkeys. Don't judge. I've been home sick for two days, so the onesie has probably seemed like a much better idea than what it really is. Anyway...
I finally got to use some of the wedding gifts we received. So far one of the coolest gifts has been the vacuum food saver thingamajig. I've made soup, stew, waffles, and casserole so that we could vacuum it and store it in the freezer. I even vacuumed our wedding cake so we could eat it next year. Since I've been home sick for two days, I've spent considerable time googling other recipes that "freeze well" to add to our growing stock of zombie apocalypse food stores.
Somewhere between cooking stew in the new crock pot and figuring out how to go pee in a onesie, I realized that I have become my mother. In fact, I'm pretty sure I haven't bothered to shave my legs in a week. I've been going to bed at 9, paying bills on time, and have suddenly realized that I like the spices in my spice rack to be in a very specific order-- I KNOW YOU MOVED THE CAYENNE PEPPER MR. BAILEY!!!
Maybe I'm just nesting. I mean, we're just settling into the apartment, getting used to living together, and gearing up for the holidays. So, I'm going to just relax and say all these new quirks are just temporary and all will return to normal by the new year. But, if I start to pick out gingham print furniture, I'm going to need someone to bring me out of my Newlywed Funk.
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