The Mosquitoes Hate Me

 

I’m home again, yay!  Don’t worry, I learned a lot on this trip.  For example, I now know that I need to be way more careful when promising the young hotel desk clerk that I’m “willing to do whatever it takes.”

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Yeah, it got awkward.

 

But now I have bites all over my legs and butt from drinking all night.

 

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We’re Bad In Restaurants

 

As many of you have noted, my husband and I have a great rapport, and are able to strike up a meaningful, loving, or silly conversation (my favorites combine all three) with little to no provocation. 

 

I love to talk, he loves to make me laugh: it’s a recipe for nonstop chatter and it’s no wonder that we are, conversationally, so good together. 

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Getting There Is Half The Fun

 

In my defense, I really love good Mexican food my husband.

 

Seriously, I’m a sucker for decent Mexican.  Which we can’t get up north (and I wish they’d quit pretending, it just makes me sad).  Plus, this time he’s going somewhere warm and a bit less humid, and he promised me that he will make not one single peep about my bubble tea habit. 

bubble tea

If you leave out the ice, you can drink ’em faster.

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The Waiter is Judging Us

Husband is traveling on business this week, and I’ve gone along with him again because I need a break, dammit.

There’s a teenager in the house, and as previously discussed, there was some recent awkward.  Add in that I’m sick of the cold and the gray, and the only logical thing was for me to go away with my man.

To an even colder, grayer city.  Because I am an idiot.

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A Pie, a Grown-Up Weekend…. and a Duck

Congratulate me: I finally got a whole grown-up weekend away with my dreamy husband!

(This post will run a bit long, because I’m trying NOT to show you every damned picture I took and also show you what I’ve been up to this week – which necessitates rambling, because my brain is full of ferrets, and those ferrets have ADHD.)

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