He is addicted to his phone and his new role as CEO. I’m addicted to getting some on my own honeymoon. One of these things is not like the other. I am pretty sure a serial killer’s lair is the only place in the world where I could stash my new husband so he can’t manage the acquisition of our new company. And that seems a little drastic. But only a little. All I want is one week alone with him. Hours in bed, legs tangled together in ecstasy, room service and long walks on the beach in Hawaii. Not vying for his kisses around a Bluetooth microphone. The Borg aren’t sexy in real life. So I’m taking matters into my own hands and hitting “reboot” on our honeymoon. We’re going to a place so remote that no one can find us. Not even my mother.
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Funny and moving