Seeing that green-eyed monster

Today while cleaning up around the band room before his parent meeting Ryan suddenly stopped and turned to face me. "You write pretty well, don't you?"

Me: "Well, of course I do!...  I mean, I like to think I do...  I do, yeah....  Don't I?"   : /   Uncertainty crept up from my toes and began pulling me down into the floor.  Fast. 

"Well, do you think you could start a blog?  Like for money?" he continued, sidestepping around my shriveling self-worth.

"You mean besides the blog I already write?"

"You already have a blog?"  He ended the questment (question/statement) slightly higher than it began with an air that said, "But we're best friends and tell each other everything--Why don't I know this??"

"Yes.  Remember the one I was writing a few weeks ago.  It's still the same one."

"Oh.  Right.  That makes sense."  He went back to cleaning, then turned again.  "Can I read it?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because then you'll find out how crazy I truly am."

He blinked, then rushed his words.  "Yeah, I'd rather not know."


It all stems from a conversation we'd been having earlier about how poor we are.  Ah, love...  It makes us think that we can get through anything as long as we have each other...or, you know, just each other and a tiny teacher's salary.  There really isn't that much difference.  Sadly--or maybe luckily?--we're pragmatic people.  We're envelope-system-ing our little Dave-Ramsey-devoted hearts out and we can pay all our bills.  We can even splurge on Sonic drinks during Happy Hour.  So what do we have to complain about?

My jealousy just been getting out of hand as of late.  Everyone is getting married these days.  Which is great!--Woohoo!!--but then I think about honeymoons.  [Sigh.]  Susannah and Ben are taking the train across Canada.  Heather and Jose are jetting off for two weeks in France and Italy.  Sarah and Adam are in St. Lucia with teal water, white sand, and their own friggin' POOL outside their own friggin' VILLA.  And me?  I'm working.  Just working.  We're saving our money for a honeymoon later in December.  Which is awesome.  I shouldn't complain.  I know it's not something that I should be upset about.  I mean, I got my dream wedding--how can I complain??  But....I WANT AN AWESOME TRIP, TOO!!!  I want to lay out in the South Caribbean and stroll languidly down the streets of a small town on the Amalfi Coast... There.  I said it.  I got it out of my system.  Jealousy, be gone!!

Any ideas for (warm) honeymoons in December/January?  I just can't stand the thought of being in a parka or sweater versus the warm breezes of the beach or a break from the sun and a cool gelato at an alley-side cafe.  So any help would be appreciated.

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