Bella pissed on the antique red velvet sofa again. I can't even. Fifteen years I've waited to own it, and she's going to ruin it. Excuse me while I go set up a third litter box. eta just in case anyone is tempted to make some kind of blithe remark questioning why anyone owns cats, anyway, I would recommend that you think better of it.

I was set and ready to go to the doctor, but I received relief just in time.

I think if I had waited a little longer, I wouldn't have needed to go to Urgent Care. Except I think it's good that I'm taking antibiotics, based on the fact that (1) it recurred within a week (or possibly less than a week; I only know when it got large enough to be noticeable and painful) and (2) I had a bit of a fever when they took my temp at Urgent Care (not much, less than 2 degrees elevated, but still).

At least I'm getting it all sorted before the wedding, because this would suck on my wedding day. (Do not even speak of the wedding night. We're staying in the B&B -- as is my entire family. Right down the hall. There is not enough therapy in the WORLD for me to have sexytimes with my entire family right down the hall.)

How many people actually had sex on their wedding night? I know I didn't, and I had a wee little courthouse wedding. I came home and collapsed into a tipsy, wedded stupor, as did D.

I did, between the ceremony and our dinner out.

The plan, such as it is, is for morning premarital sex. Because, seriously, even if the family weren't down the hall, I'm going to be full of cupcakes and so much champagne and I'm going to be exhausted from dancing my ass off and possibly chasing Tim's great-nephew on the lawn. Odds were never good for wedding-night sex anyway. But the family right down the hall pretty much nixes it.

We had Ye Olde Married Sexe the morning after. We were full of tapas, sangria and cocktails the night of, and were busy the day of.

I suppose we could have had a quickie in the car on the way to the restaurant from the ceremony....nah, backseat full of flowers, and too many support garments on me.

We cuddled and snoodled and slept the sleep of those who have righteously danced their asses off. But there was no actual marriage night sex.

The sleeping, though? EPIC. Waking up the next morning was like being born all over again.

our ceremony was in the lobby of our inn, so all we needed to do was walk upstairs. We were all riled up and emotional anyway.

We did, but then we eloped, so nothing to be tried about. I am sensing an elopment theme with Nora and myself and the marital night sexy times.

Yes, exactly.