Since we are currently in negotiation about how one can possible afford to ever get married (we must assume this is only a prelude to the "eek, how are we ever going to pay for this child's education!" discussion) looking at possible honeymoon sites is like considering that bag of cotton candy at the NJ boardwalk. It's always overpriced and looks fabulous, but may be nothing more than air and attractively packaged spun sugar. All things considered I love the occasional cotton candy. So, we've downgraded from the fabulous 8 day trip to Hawaii (airfare's a pain!) and are now considering a lovely Caribbean destination (hey, not a bad compromise, hoping to keep the 8 day thing, too)...but since we're not sure how we will be paying to FEED our multitude of family members short of a miracle involving a poorly shaven fellow in a robe and some cheap dried fish and bread, it's interesting that we haven't given up altogether.
Sigh. I must really love him a lot :D
Edited to add:
That last is meant to indicate that this kind of stress is only reserved for people you really like. Why on earth would one do this otherwise?
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