The McAwesome Family Crest

Those of you of British, Scottish and Irish ancestry are probably familiar with the idea - the family motto, the disembodied boars heads, the tartan. Somehow, the McAwesome family name got passed over.  Naturally, while suffering through PoHoMoHO, I did something about it.

 Let me get Clarissa on you and explain it all.

But where are the unicorns?

PoHoMoHO

Right now, I am sitting across Mr. McAwesome who is eating the remains of the Thai food I got this morning because I was not going to cook.  It's the last day of the honeymoon - the last day that anyone will actually care that recently, we combined to form The McAwesomes.

 Here's what I've learned about getting married -

• You will begin to hate the wedding.  
• You will start to hallucinate that your name is "Wedding"
• You will hate your new name
• You will stare at the registry and will it to buy you presents
• You will want to hit those precious girls you call your bridesmaids...
• ...until you remember the part about presents
• You will want to hit people who ask what to wear to the wedding
• You will begin to fuck with people who ask what to wear to the wedding
• You wish you didn't invite so many people
• You begin to love math.  People = PRESENTS
• You will hi5ive yourself as you have your belief confirmed that bridal magazines are stupid
• You will cry when you get your first presents...
• ...five seconds later, you will refresh the browser screen to see if anyone bought anything else from the registry

Now that it's all over, I'm in my kitchen.  I've been here all day.  It started off as a place to open up my laptop and get caught up on the internet.  Then I opened up presents that were sent here while Mr. McAwesome and I were out on our honeymoon.  Then I photographed those presents.  I organized them.  I made sweet love to them while no one was looking (and I used protection).

I have PoHoMoHO - Post HoneyMoon Hang Over. I am suffering from a glamorous disease.  I've had a week to relax and I need more.  I can't go back into general population tomorrow - I relaxed off just the wedding stress - I need to relax off all the pre-we (pre-wedding).  I was almost there yesterday - look at us!  LOOK AT HOW MCAWESOME MR. MCAWESOME AND I ARE:



Mr. and Mrs. McAwesome at The Top of the Mark in San Francisco....kissin'.

Today, I am wearing bunny slippers.  And I have a bug bite on my head that makes me look like a Gwen Stefani wannabe from 1996.  How the McAwesome have fallen.