Undead Honeymoon Read Free

their final discussions and barely any of them answered the topic question. Plus, we’re supposed to respond to at least two other posts in order to get credit. Well I’m sorry, but “I agree” doesn’t constitute a response. It does absolutely nothing to move the discussion forward. Who would’ve thought discussion etiquette would irritate me? I’m such a dork.  
     
     
    I’ve noticed my appetite has been increasing lately. This morning I had two fried eggs, bacon, sausage, and two pieces of jelly toast. Even Finn was impressed, and he’s nothing short of a garbage disposal. I think my body might be preparing for the cruise, which is a good thing since Finn said there are over a dozen scheduled times a day we can eat.
     
    “And that doesn’t even include all the specialty restaurants,” he’d added.
     
    Speaking of the food, I’m so glad there’s a gym on the ship; I got Finn and I into a good routine the last six months, and I’ve become somewhat obsessed with staying in shape. The only difference between us is I’m more interested in staying toned, and he’s all about gaining more muscle. Men.        
     
    If he eats as much as he says he does on cruises, he’ll have more mass than he knows what to do with.
     
    Only eight more days!             
     
     
     
    August 5 th
     
    Mondays are so much fun. Not .
     
    I took two finals today: chemistry and communications. As if that wasn’t enough, Mrs. Grissom surprised the class just before handing out our scantrons.
     
    “I’ve decided to add a couple more questions concerning molar mass and percent composition, so don’t forget to check your work, because I won‘t!”
     
    What she didn’t tell us was that her usual three question extra credit section toward the end had been taken off. I don’t think I needed it, but she could’ve warned us. Mrs. Grissom is also the only teacher who makes her students come in to take the exams. Every other class I have is strictly online, no face to face.  
     
    All that’s left is my biology final. I’m so glad I decided to take three classes instead of four this summer. I was really close to signing up for anatomy.
     
    I think vacation mode is starting to hit me, because after my chemistry final I had the urge to just sit around the house and do nothing. I worked past it, though. I swept out and reorganized the laundry room. Fizz and Gig have made it their second home, and if we don’t keep up on it, all that’s left is a pile of smelly old laundry and cat hair. The same thing happened last year when we went to the Keys with Finn’s family. When we got home, the laundry room was downright scary. I wanted us to go to the Keys again this year, but Finn was adamant about going on the cruise instead. 
     
    “It’s our honeymoon, Lily,” he’d said. “It should be just you and me. We don’t want a lot of family around.”
     
    I knew he just wanted more “alone time,” but I couldn’t really argue after he showed me pictures of the ship. The Ferris wheel was just the tip of the iceberg. The Wellspring had twenty four hour room service, jacuzzis, gourmet dining at every corner, and Broadway production shows almost every night. 
     
     
    “We should start saving more after the cruise,” Finn said as he avoided eye contact. 
     
    I snorted. “ You’re lecturing me about saving?” I responded, questioning whether Finn meant that he was the one that needed to be smarter about money. I was definitely the frugal one, and I handled all the bills.  
     
    He shrugged. “I’m toning down my impulse buys.”                    
     
    I didn’t berate him too hard, mainly because I can tell he’s been worried lately. Tuition hit us hard this year. We both took online classes to save on time and gas money, but it hasn’t helped as much as we hoped it would. The wedding put us in debt even further, but if Finn ever regretted it, he never let it show. “Best