Now, wasn't that fun?

I drove Jeremy's car this weekend. The new car. He let me not only touch it, but drive it. All the way to my parents' house, an hour and 20 minutes away. This blows my mind.

I fully expected him to take that car and hoard it. We have yet to grasp the concept of sharing. I'm more of a stealer, really. When I want to wear his t-shirts, I steal them. If I want to take his car to Wal-Mart, I steal it when he's not looking.

It's a system that's really worked quite well. So when suddenly he hands the keys to me, and tells me I can drive, whoa.

It was magical.

And I spent Sunday afternoon with my parents, finishing up a 13-mile run and soaking in the hot tub on the deck. In the sunshine. And the cool breeze. And I probably could have laid there for-ev-er, but turned into a prune and got out.

We also got our wedding photos yesterday, which means we also have a disc, and as soon as I get my paws on it, I'm posting wedding photos all over this site. Because I can. Because they're mine. And this is about me. Me!

Cough.

Moving on.

So that was my weekend, in a nutshell. I spent all day Saturday - literally, all day - watching an America's Next Top Model marathon on VH1. I watched an entire season of a show I'd never seen before. I couldn't stop, it was absurd. And the best part was that of the two finalists, one was Russian and the other was Latin. On America's Next Top Model.

America.

Huh.

I need to get out more often.