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Tuesday . May 13 . 2003 . 8:13pm (but 2:13am in Italy) back in the u.s.a. We're back! And I can say without reservation that it was the best honeymoon I ever had! Heh. No, but really, it was good. Sixteen days traveling throughout Southern Italy--it just doesn't get much better than that. We're still decompressing from the nine-hour plane ride (really, though, it was ten, since Alitalia is none too punctual about takeoff times) so more details to follow tomorrow. I just wanted to let everyone know that we're back, we're happy, we're tanned, and we're married. Yes, wedding details forthcoming as well. The one quick teaser--and not even much of a tease at that--is that everything was perfect. Seriously, things could not have been better. And no, it didn't rain. (One aside, because I mustI was getting super paranoid on the plane that they were going to quarantine me for SARS, because of my Chinese-y face and the fact that I was coughing the cough of the seasonal allergy. I had told myself to try and keep the coughing to a minimum on the plane, just in case people were inclined to freak out, but you know, the more you try not to cough, the more you have to cough. So what happened was that I would try to clear my throat with these tiny, little coughs, like "hrrm...ahem...hrrrm," but then it would just escalate into full on sputum droplet assault, "HACK! HORKUM! KAFF!" I was very self-conscious about this. But it was OK, since they didn't quarantine me. Because I don't have SARS.) I ran to get The Coop Dog from the dog spa almost the second after we dumped off the luggage at the door. She seems none too traumatized by her experience. Actually, the dog spa is so plush that she probably prefers it to our house. The one good thing about having put her up for so long at a kennel where she got basically eight hours of exercise a day is that Cooper really slimmed down for bikini season. Not that she was fat, mind you, but...well, she was a little chubby. We kept blaming it on the fact that she was a puppy, or that she was part Shar-Pei (all that extra skin, not fat, right?) but after everyone else started making comments, we had to face the facts that our dog was a porker. Not anymore, though. After strictly regimented meals, limited treats, and endless running around, she's gone from Anna Nicole Smith circa 2002 to, I don't know, Lucy Lawless circa Xena, Warrior Princess. (She's never going to be a Nicole Kidman, let's face it.) We keep joking that we sent her to fat camp. OK, I have to go through the scary mound of mail that has built up during our absence. I see medical bills poking out the top from my multiple ER visits in February. Damn you, third party pay system! xo Michelle |
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