InnerTeub

No, I mean that literally: We finally took our honeymoon, and it is now over.

As a wedding present, the Boss and I were gifted the free use of his parent’s time share… IN GRAND CAYMAN. Wow, our lives are SO rough. It was such an amazing gift, and we had a great time.

I have a ton to write about with regards to our trip, but to tide you over until I get the breathing room to write it all, I give you this story:

It appears that I have the same problem scuba diving that I have when walking; namely, I cannot maintain my own personal space. Apparently, no less than three times while diving, I managed to knock the Boss’s regulator out of his mouth, leaving him 20-100 feet underwater with no attached air source (Him to me after the third time: “Gee, this is like ‘Our Thing’ now.”)

I say  I “apparently” did this, because I had NO idea this was happening until we would surface and he would look at me all “Seriously, you understand my daughter gets the life insurance money, right? Like, you do not benefit if I die” and I’m all “I saw a fish! Wheee!”

Finally I said to him, “You know, we need to come up with a signal for when this is happening, because I never know and I need to be able to recognize this” and the Boss just looked at me for a minute and said:  “The signal? The signal is me, underwater, grasping for my lost regulator, trying not to drown.”

Like I said: The honeymoon is over.