"I can book our honeymoon flights for the morning after the wedding, it will cost us $36 dollars. And we get to fly first class, so we are talking free drinks, extra leg space, and nice headphones." We are talking about flights to Puerto Rico. Frequent flier miles are worth it. Granted, we will have to buy our flights to the wedding as well as home from the honeymoon, but still, that's a big chunk right there. I should say, Travis gets a lot of credit for this wedding. He answers all the emails, (usually emails addressed with "Our brides usually like...") and sets up all the meetings in which questions are usually directed at me and everyone treats Travis like he's just being dragged along for the whole process. Good thing he knows how to ride those points and good karma for the next five years. But other than that exciting news, nothing much is happening here this week.
Travis just returned from a trip to North Dakota for a work trip. He brought back lots of stories for me about bonding with his coworkers and three whole pictures of Mt. Rushmore, Crazy Horse, and the Crazy Horse model. He also returned with a bottle of wine from the Naked Winery. I think he had far too much fun texting me to tell me he was bringing home a Vixen (the name for the Syrah wine he bought) and that his fellow coworkers were taking home a Booty Call. Travis also got to go to his favorite "We can't get that up here" restaurants. Namely, Qdoba and Buffalo Wild Wings. I think I won a few points in the romance department when he returned. I got him a Nintendo Wii. We had been talking about it so I snuck out and got one while he was away. It also makes up for my other attempted date night. I planned on taking him out for a nice dinner at a restaurant we have always discussed going to and got a board game to play afterwards. Sadly, the restaurant was closed for renovations when we arrived and the game was missing pieces when we opened it. This is why I rarely plan in advance.
Roxi is being more cuddly then usual. The first two days when I was home, she HAD to be touching me. As in, if we were not sitting next to each other or if she was not sitting on me, she was whimpering. I woke up the other morning to a puppy face looking down on me as she stood on top of me. She is generally desperately hungry. When it is about dinnertime, you have to stop making sudden movement or risk overexciting Roxi. Sometimes this starts as early as two in the afternoon. And in the mornings while I make coffee (before feeding Roxi because coffee is priority number one) she hops around me in desperate circles, occasionally jumping up to beat me with her front paws, all the while making pathetic hoarse whining cries. It really is something else. If you didn't know her, you might think we hadn't remembered to feed her for days.
While Travis is at work this week, my goal is some serious cranberry picking time. He wants more for making wine, I want more for making jelly. As long as the weather holds out. It is quite pretty out right now, we took some great pictures. Including the shot featuring the view up Roxi's nose and half of my face, with Travis in the background. While he appears to be inspecting a berry he just picked, he is apparently taking aim to throw said berry at me. Typical.
We do have some adventures in line for the next weekend before I head back to work. We are planning on some cabin style camping. As well as a run to a nice restaurant we have not yet tried (that list is about empty when it comes to Fairbanks these days) and an evening at the hot spring. Hopefully I'll have some good stories after that.