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Full disclosure: I have unrealistic expectations for a honeymoon. Yes, it is true. I have a glossy-magazine, idealized, Brady-Bunched, Hollywed, Sweet-Valley-Highed, milked-and-honeyed version of ~THE HONEYMOON~ somehow lasered into my brain, and I can’t get rid of it.

In my bubble of a world, honeymoons are a time of splendor and serendipity. No one loses their wallet or forgets to pack a toothbrush. There are no sunburns, no hangovers, no bumping of flights or overbooking of rooms. No transportation or logistical issues, no There’s-no-vegetarian-option/guess-it’s-bread-for-dinner, no seaweed or jellyfish or I-think-I-have-a-cold-coming-ons. In other words, no reality. Is that too much to ask for? A little bit? Are you sure?

Instead, I imagine a suitcase packed by the editors of InStyle with floaty dresses, sarongs, Nicole-Richie-sized sunglasses, and a big straw hat.

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I imagine sunrise walks on the beach, horseback rides in the surf, top-shelf booze, and an immediate room upgrade.

Where do these thoughts come from? I’m itching to go on vacation. Mr. Potato Head and I rarely go anywhere. We went on a cruise in 2004 and still talk about it like it happened last month. So on one hand, my honeymoon expectations loom large and veer towards the surrealistic/unrealistic.

But on the other hand, I’m pretty sure we’d be psyched about 60-degree weather, a mai tai, and a kiddie pool.

Next up: deciding where to make my honeymoon dreams come true. And oh wait, this all costs money. Real cash money, not Monopoly money.

Did you dream of honeymoons before you dreamed of weddings? What would your ideal honeymoon be like?