Open Road

... day as husband and wife. We spent it strolling through lovely downtown Norfolk, VA, killing time before our flight back to JFK. Doug booked us a flight back from the Outer Banks on the day of our wedding, rather than the day after. We discovered this about ten mintues prior to arriving at the airport, found a flight departing six hours later, and spent our first day as newlyweds in Norfolk.

...fight as a married couple. It was about yoga. I am very passionate about yoga and have tried unsuccessfully on numerous occasions to convice Doug to embrace the practice. I was senseless enough to try again on the second day of our honeymoon in Bali. We were staying at this beautiful resort called Uma Ubud - a resort that coincidentally (or not so coincidentally given that I booked the accomodations) had a yoga pavilion overlooking a gorgeous backdrop of the lush, exotic vegetation of the Balinese jungle. I asked Doug to take one of the daily yoga classes with me. He acquiesced. Then he bemoaned that fact that he was forced to do yoga all morning, he boycotted half of the poses during class and then he sulked back silently to our villa afterwards. One of these days, he'll come around...

...blog post. You just read it! Welcome to our blog. Why a blog? Doug says, because my other friends Ashlie, Rebecca and Brae started blogging shortly after having gotten married, thus it's my duty as a wife to do the same. I say, because the credit crisis has given me the gift of free time, why not. Either way, for better or for worse, I am now a blogger (and soon, Doug will be too, as we will be sharing the duties of maintaining this blog).

Before signing off, I leave you with a picture from last night's Halloween festivities. Doug was a stoner and I was his pot brownie...