Hurricane

Yet another fashion change. Crazy ain't it? This was a photo my uncle took of us off at Ko Olina side of the island. The wedding turned out perfect...the sunset was nice, the weather cooperated with us, and the groom managed not to fumble his lines or drop the ring.

It's certainly "back to reality" for us right now. As my best friend told me before the wedding, "real life won't start for you two until you get back on the 15th..." I think he was right.

The Missus (do I call her that now? it sounds kinda old doesn't it?) Hmm. I'll have to think of something better to call her. For now, I'll call her the "Hurricane"

I call her that because that's essentially what she's been doing with my whole apartment these past 3 or 4 days. If I'm not squeezing in some work time, I'm basically her gopher helping her clean out my closets and clean up my place.

Now I don't consider myself all that messy, but according to her I am. Let me tell you how a typical closet gets cleaned:

1. The Hurricane looks at my closet and shakes her head.
2. The Hurricane starts pulling each of my things out of the closet and promptly asks me "What is this?"
3. To avoid angering the Hurricane, I promptly throw whatever it is in the trash so I never get to hear "What is this?" again.

I've learned it's much faster just to throw things away then to stand there justifying why I still have a bottle of Tylenol in my medicine cabinet with an expiration date of 1999.

At this point I think I've thrown away 3/4th of my stuff.