Worst. Honeymoon. Ever.

Just sending out an e-vite to my pity party. This time last Saturday, NavyGuy and I were dancing the night away at our wedding reception, having the time of our lives.

Oh what a difference a week makes.

Obviously, because the Navy aims to rule his (and my) life, we couldn't take a honeymoon after the wedding. And as punishment for his absurd request to have two days off for his wedding, his squadron has had him pulling 12 hour days all week long, capped off with a watch duty this weekend. So, our first week as newlyweds has featured the following gems:

- Arriving home to find a trashed house courtesy of our idiot roommates.

- Barely getting to see my new husband at all.

- Having stomach issues all week, probably as payback for actually getting through wedding weekend without any major intestinal drama.

- Finding dead moths, and one live spider, in our bathtub.

- Going the entire week without my engagement ring or wedding band because the twits who fixing the rings are taking their sweet time getting it finished.

- Spending two hours putting together a storage cabinet, only to discover that I nailed the back panel on inside out, so when you open the cabinet doors, you get a beautiful view of tacky grey cardboard.

- Discovering that NavyGuy was awoken at midnight last night for a duty call, and then was treated to an impromptu RockBand concert by our roommates and their drunk compadres at 1am. (God bless it, I slept through all the drama, or there would have been a drum set and guitar thrown through the livingroom window.)

And to top it all off, there's something wonky with my right pinky toe. It doesn't quite feel broken, but something is wrong with it.

Here's hoping Week 2 of married life is slightly more enjoyable!!!