I learned a valuable lesson.... and felt the obligation to share.

Back in October when D and I got married, I made the decision that it would be cool to get a bikini wax for the big day. Don't ask me why I made this executive decision, because I'm not really sure as my dress was long and absolutely no one was going to be seeing what was going on under there, but I'm going to associate it with watching too many TikTok videos. That, and my paranoia of my husband taking my garter off in front of EVERYONE. Which by the way, I was extremely self-conscious and mortified about.

I digress.... you know, so we can continue on with this.

The decision was made and while I had never gotten a bikini wax before, I figured it was more awkward than painful and since I have a fairly high pain tolerance, I assumed all would be well in the world. The day came and I prepared for it almost the exact same way that you would prepare to go visit your lady doctor (ie: gynecologist). 

I would be lying if I said it wasn't a little bit painful the first time, but nothing extreme. I wouldn't associate it with torture or anything. And like I assumed, it was far more awkward than painful. However, my esthetician was very professional and friendly and actually made me feel (somewhat) comfortable. She just went on with her everyday job and informed me that it was kind of like when I worked in the nursing home, as in, once you see so many people naked, it really doesn't phase you anymore. 

I liked the results so much that I've continued to keep up with it. And honestly, the visits eventually get to be more spaced apart and so much easier to the point that you barely feel anything when you get waxed. But, then a couple of weeks ago, I decided that I would just shave instead of making an appointment, because my lazy won out over logic. And oh boy, was that an.... experience. You ever heard of the term fire crotch? Well....

Needless to say, I had to wait about a week or two and then I called and made an appointment with my new esthetician. And let me tell you a couple of secrets that they don't usually tell you. 

One: when you are used to getting waxed and then you decide to shave between waxing appointments, it is essentially making you start over from the very beginning all over again. Seriously, do you remember the first time you got hair down there? It was uncomfortable, itchy, thick and awful? Yeah, that's what you revert back to and it is NOT pretty.

Two: speaking of "starting over" when you are used to waxing and then shave in between and then go back for your first wax since you shaved, things are much more.... painful. You see, apparently by then, your "area" is much more sensitive so every little pull or tug feels like someone is essentially yanking barbwire out of your skin. (And yes, I know what that feels like). Seriously, it hurts way more than it originally did the first time you had it done. Then, it's still a little sore the next day.

Obviously, this was an unwelcomed surprise to me, but it also made me realize that there is no going back. I will either be continuously getting waxed or let's be honest, it's gonna look like a real shit show down there.

And yeah, I know I shouldn't be talking about my crotch, especially in this lengthy of a post, but I felt the need to warn other folks about the consequences of switching back and forth. Mostly because it would've been real f*cking nice for someone to have warned me. Oh well, you live, you learn, you move on.

I'm gonna stop talking about it now. 

Marriage has made me even stranger than I already was.

D and I made a deal a couple of weeks ago. I say "we" but what I really mean is D came up with a genius idea and since it was mostly in benefit of me, I was all for it.

You see, D hates and I mean absolutely HATES doing the dishes. The man will literally rinse off the dishes and stack them up in the prettiest little piles ranged from size and importance, but WILL NOT actually wash them to save his entire life.

Therefore, a deal was made. He suggested that if he never has to do the dishes then I will never have to do laundry. And, since I was doing both of those things before he suggested that, that meant that he was taking on something that I'll never have to do (even though, I probably will at some point).

This deal has been going on for the last couple of weeks and while it has worked in my benefit somewhat, the fact of the matter is, I have discovered that if I don't put things away myself, I will lose everything. He does a fantastic job, but that doesn't stop me from apparently forgetting where anything in our house is located at 6:00am when I'm running around like a chicken with its head cut off.

This morning for example, I was running late (because I had to actually use all of the force and will in my body to move and get up this morning) and couldn't find any of my underwear to save my entire life. I woke D up and asked him where they could be, but he just said and I quote, "just wear mine, it'll be fine" and he rolled back over and fell back asleep. I thought it was a ridiculous suggestion, because who wears other peoples underwear?

Well, apparently I do now. Because here I stand at work all day wearing my husband's underwear. And frankly, I'm irritated. Why? Because men's underwear are far more comfortable and superior to women's underwear and I can't stop thinking about how much easier life could be if I just always wore my husband's underwear instead of my own.

See?!!?! Marriage has made me f*cking weird. (Well, weirder than I already was, which let's be honest, was already pretty extreme). Eh, I'm good with it.

My MIL came for a visit and snuck my BIL up with her.

My MIL flies up to visit D and I every three or so months.... with the exception of when covid was rampant. While we go see D's side of the family once a year, it is nice to get to see them and spend time with them throughout the year, since we can't all be as close as we would like.

Although, it was pretty damn sweet to have almost everyone up here for our wedding. But, I digress.... because weddings are expensive and we don't plan on having another one, so I'm pretty sure that having (almost) everyone here at once was a damned ole fluke that'll never happen again.

With that being said, she had planned to fly up this past Thursday and I was picking her up from the airport. Cut to the airport and not only was my BIL in hiding, but he snuck up behind me at my car and I almost elbowed him in the face until I realized who it was.... AH, FAMILY.

I was completely surprised, but the real treat was dropping Jermy off in our alley, so he could sneak onto our back porch and D had no idea what was happening until we went out into our backyard. It was so great to see him so shocked and excited. 

Afterall, a Happy Devon equals a Happy Katie.

The four of us (me, D, his mom Trish, and brother Jermy.... yes, his name is actually Jeremy, but I have called him Jermy since I was fifteen years old and refuse to stop now) all hung out and had a real good time. We went to the store to load down on beef ribs for supper (my hubby is the best and knows this is my very favorite thing he cooks!) and stuff for potato salad, because even though I was hanging out with them, I still needed to make tater salad for my little cousin's graduation party. I even had to wrestle my MIL in the Five Guys burger place on Thursday, because we fight on who is going to pay every damn time. I would say I usually win, but she always tricks me later, so it's just our thing now.

D had to work on Friday and I was off, so I spent the day with Trish and Jermy (once he woke up). And once D got home I took him to the Immediate Care (he's ok) and then the three of us took their mom on an adventure. 

Then there was family nights full of video games and movies and just hanging out in general. We even took them by the Famous Tomato and to the Mug n Bun. D and I don't get out much when we're on our own, but we try to make sure guests are at least somewhat entertained. 

And while we didn't want to take them to the airport yesterday, we did and they made it home safely. Now, we wait until we can see them again.... hopefully soon! We love y'all and miss you already!!