Lots to tell y'all, but if I spend too much time online, Josie will make herself a widow.
The wedding was better than we'd imagined and as good as we'd hoped. This resort rocks (though we did just sit with a Tom Skerritt lookalike, while he cut-up and ate spaghetti in front of us while trying to sell us a time share. Then he told how bad the spaghetti was.)
More in a day or two (or five).