Except we didn't have a private island and Adam and I didn't run to each other from a mile away and hug.
Needless to say, we did a lot.
and this is only half of it.
One of the highlights was the ice cream scotcheroo pictured above. Almost as great as being married to my sexy husband for 2 years .
Family flew in on Saturday and the fun-ness started all over again. But getting in a tiny plane with my grandma's 90-year old pilot boyfriend isn't exactly my idea of fun.
Adam enjoyed it so much that he puked. really.
i'm pooped. and full.
until next year!
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1 comments:
haha I love your bachelor analogy. Sounds like a blast! I cant believe its been 2 years. P.S. I totally dropped the ball on lunch. Can you maybe do it soon? Text me :)
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