I got married last Friday (yay!). We opted for a small, courthouse ceremony, and it was absolutely perfect--just what we wanted.
The toilet looked like a scene from a horror movie. Armed with Clorox wipes and determination, we cleaned up, pausing when his stomach demanded it.
I told him he was testing out the 'in sickness' part of our vows a little early. He was not amused. In hindsight, I probably should have waited until his head was out of the toilet before making light of his food poisoning.
Poor Mister had a miserable night, but fortunately he was feeling much better the next morning. And me? I'm just glad he's recovered. I love him, but there's only so much vomit I can take before my own stomach starts to revolt! :)
How was your weekend?