where do butterflies go when it rains?

Update...

Being married is awesome.

Living together, also awesome, even in a toaster sized apartment.

Our friends and families, also awesome.

Having a husband WHO CAN COOK, and therefore eating meals more complex than peanut butter on toast, all kinds of awesome.

Getting a Roomba as a wedding present from my ex-roomates, awesome awesome awesome. I think it is my favorite wedding present. Yes, that's right, a robotic vaccuum made me squeal with glee like a six year old at Christmas.

Having a new last name? Weird, and undecided on the awesomeness level of the name change. It's a nice name, but it's not MY name, y'know?

Moving in the rain, while sick and not quite all packed yet (as in, when people came to help me move, I had more things not in boxes then in boxes) not awesome.

Being an overtime mucus factory, not awesome. (Post-wedding stress illness)

Paper review deadlines, not awesome AT ALL.

The fact that it has rained every day in June so far, very very depressing, and also, not awesome.

No TV/internet/phone at home? Not awesome, and pathetic. We have discovered that we will watch static-ky peasant vision. Even if the only channel we get is showing Fear Factor. A rerun of Fear Factor. That we have both seen before. At least twice. We are whores. Also, I was unable to determine the weather without weather.com. Like, looking out the window? Too complex for my internet-deprived self.

That's all I got.