(no, this is not a joke): where do the amish go for their honeymoons? (no, TLC viewers, not new york city. no, those of you who are hatin' on the amish, not nowhere.)
they go home.
they go home. doesn't that make perfect sense?
before y'all start yellin' at me, no, i am not saying that going on a trip somewhere for your honeymoon is bad. misguided, maybe, but not bad.
shouldn't it be that the one place on earth that a newly married couple is most eager to be is their home? (course, shackin' up has pretty much taken the glow offa that, i suppose.)
your new home together and the first thing you wanna do is leave it? (yeah, yeah......i know all about the "stress of the wedding" and how, now that it's over, you. need. a. break. but stop right there - "stress of the wedding?" what's wrong with that picture? about a hundred things.)
we have everything so upside down and mixed up in this life that it's a wonder we haven't all gone mad.
speaking of which......when i feel like i am about to go mad (or tired or crabby or, yes, even loving), first place i want to go is home.
not paris.
