Uh, honey...where are we?
It must have been while I was still drunk that Nolan and I left for our honeymoon. Because I don't remember anything between the time the party was over, and when I woke up in a hotel room last night. I'm not saying that I don't like this place, because whoever paid for it went all out. I mean the room itself is huge, almost two thirds the size of the top floor of the house. It's just weird waking up in an unfamiliar place without any clothes on and no one there to explain what the hell is going on.
Or it could be that I have clue where my shoes are. I have no shoes. I have clothes, but no shoes. Whoever packed for us is going to be fired when we get back.
Nolan's been out most of this morning, said he had to go pick something up and that we would be leaving tomorrow morning. So the first chance I get when we get back, I'm checking his computer. But right now I'm going to call someone to buy me some shoes, because I'm not wearing these fuzzy bath slippers downstairs.
Or it could be that I have clue where my shoes are. I have no shoes. I have clothes, but no shoes. Whoever packed for us is going to be fired when we get back.
Nolan's been out most of this morning, said he had to go pick something up and that we would be leaving tomorrow morning. So the first chance I get when we get back, I'm checking his computer. But right now I'm going to call someone to buy me some shoes, because I'm not wearing these fuzzy bath slippers downstairs.