Bathing by Ducklight

Moving is always an adventure. Last night Travalon and I grabbed some bedding and towels from my old condo and went to the new one, after treating Richard Bonomo to dinner for putting us up for almost a week. I was still living out of my two new purple suitcases (the smaller one a shower present from Jilly Moose and Luxuli, and the larger one a wedding present courtesy of some friends of Ma and Pa Hat), as if I were still on the honeymoon. Travalon had brought some stuff from his old condo and put it in the smaller second bedroom, which is his man cave. We almost felt like we were camping, because we only had the necessities. One thing we did do was take a romantic bath by ducklight: we fired up our hot tub with only the light-up rubber duckies from Kathbert to illuminate the room. We had to special order a California king bed because Travalon is so tall, and it will take about two weeks to arrive, so in the meantime we are sleeping on my futon.  During the night it got surprisingly cold, but we had thought to bring some blankets, so that wasn’t a problem. This morning we woke up at ten to six, which didn’t seem like enough time to get to UGGH Club, so we rolled over and went back to sleep until about seven. Then we said, “Happy anniversary!” because today is our one-month wedding anniversary. Can you believe it? How long do we qualify as newlyweds? At least a year, I’d think, but feel free to state your opinion on this important matter in the comments.

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