Ahem...

Yeah, so... remember that little pre-marriage retreat D and I were supposed to go to this past weekend? D gets home on Friday and we immediately shoot each other a look that says "This. Is. Going. To. Suck." But we pack up and drive across town anyway. The entire time D is whining about how he doesn't feel good (yeah, right!) and in my head I am telling myself that if the place gives me a bad feeling when we get there we can turn around and go home. I didn't say that out loud because I didn't want to get D's hopes up. I ended up calling it off after nearly an hour in traffic. We just kept driving. We could have gone anywhere, but of course we ended up at the mall AGAIN for the third Friday night in a row. I hate the mall. Anyway, I was glad that we didn't go because I got 2 days with D... it was awesome. And just spending time together doing whatever we wanted was much more theraputic than any weekend retreat ever could've been.