Let's try this again.

Around this time last year, Brad and I were newly married and making the final preparations for a much-anticipated two-week honeymoon in Hawaii. And boy, were we excited! The plane tickets were purchased, the hotel was booked, our lust for Mai Tais (and, um, each other) was burning at an all-time high, and we were Ready to Go. And on the day before we left -- a day much like this one, a day where my bags were packed and my projects were wrapped up and a glorious vacation from all the stresses of work and wedding-planning and everyday responsibility was waiting on the horizon...

...I got fired.

Yeah.

I tried -- I really, really did -- not to let the unexpected turn of events ruin our trip, and it was still a lovely vacation, but... well, what can I say. As it turns out, it is just not possible to get sacked the day before your honeymoon and then blissfully ignore the looming spectre of imminent unemployment while you jet off to an island paradise for two weeks. (Well, perhaps it is possible for you. But for me, the highly unethical and spineless actions of my former employer ended up casting a distinct shadow of gloom over the entire thing. A shadow which all the mai tais in the world could not erase.)

And now, a year later, I have just one thing to say:

FUCK THAT. We are HAVING A DO-OVER.

In 48 hours, I will be here.


That is all.

See you BAMFs in October.