Back from Vegas! The Rockabilly Weekender was amazing, and as pictures roll in, I will post an album, but what far outweighed my trip was the return.

Tired, hungry, motion sick, and hoarse from the immense amounts of Vegas second hand smoke, Chris picks me up from the airport and is unnervingly quiet. No kisses, no hugs, no real conversation the whole way home. I'm feeling nauseous for two reasons now until we walk into the door and I find this:

My photos don't even do justice to the detail and posh contemporary vibe of our new living room - the side tables are black wood and glass with secret drawers, matching our black walls with white molding accents. The side lamps are on timers and dimmers, the coffee table opens on both sides to contain the DVD collection and other knickknacks. Pictures are framed of the two of us and our dog Adara as a puppy... candles (matching burgundy) are lit and the room glows. Even the switch plates are new detailed metal, everything in our favorite colors of black, red, silver, and gold. On the far side is our mounted flat screen TV, which has triple mood lighting above, is my favorite creation:

White bulb lamps (he even put energy savers in for me), contained in black bird cages (which we already had and couldn't think what to do with)... he then decorated them with these crystal bead wire things I used in part of an old costume back in college, and accented by little poppy silk flowers. How the HELL did he come up with something like this, I have no idea, but that boy could get a job interior designing!

I didn't count, but I think I burst into tears at least three times... I can't wait to have everyone come over and enjoy our new space! Everyone thinks they have the best boyfriend/husband, but sorry ladies. MINE JUST PROVED IT! Thank you Chris, I love you mostest!