Just Throw a Brick

Outside, the night's as young as us Tonight, it's just the two of us Pretend, pretend for the weekend. (points if you know the song without Google.) It was a good weekend, people. A busy one, but for the most part a good one. It started with a late-night movie in the great outdoors. P doesn't like Cinderella because it's too girly so she enjoyed making this face at me the entire night (Side note: I guess you get what you pay for with an outdoor free movie, but what's with people clapping during movies? What is that about? Why is it a thing now?) Also, I made a  thing! Well, a couple things. These are the ones I could get pictures of. The cross-stitch is for my friend M's wedding, she's a big Dr. Who person and although I'm not really into it I figured she would enjoy it. The embroidery on the phone booth took a lot longer than I expected but it turned out awesome.  Then, I got this book on crocheting hats for cats at the librar...

(Did anyone else have the song "One Week" from Barenaked Ladies pop into their head as they read that title? No? Just me? Cool.) Ahem. It's been one year since this happened... (This was going to be a gushy lovey post about how much I love C, but there are honestly so many of those boring posts on so many boring blogs out there about how everyone is so grateful for their husband, and he's the hottest in the world, and no one else compares, blah blah blah. Are all those things true about C? Of course. Is he the best man in the world. Indubitably. Do I need to write an essay about how great he is? I could, but why?) In short, I'll just say this. This first year has been so hard. I had no idea how hard it would be. It has been hard to move out on our own, no roommates to talk to, to go to a ward where I didn't know anyone and pretend like everything was okay. It was hard to not have a job, to learn to cook regularly, to get a job, to be happy at the...