whew.

The backyard where we were married is clean. The tent, tables, etc., are all put away. The gifts are opened. And now I'm going to play some Battle for Middle Earth, which I haven't in at least a week. Not that I'm complaining.

Also, I whacked myself on the knuckle with the cake knife. The sharp side of the cake knife. I'm certain there's some sort of irony or joke in there somewhere, but I'm too tired to figure it out.