We had a great time in Boston and I miss little sis already :( We made it there and back safely, and family drama was kept to a minimum. Happy Hubby and I realized on this trip that we are no longer 22 years old. Now, we're not geezers, but I cannot go drink for drink with 22 year old bartenders, like I used to. I take that back. I can still go drink for drink, but not without a monster hangover. Oh well, lesson learned. Wait, that's what I said last time. OK, so maybe next time I'm faced with the opportunity to dance my (poker)face off under the influence of jagerbombs I'll remember that I learned my lesson. Yeah, we'll see.Sadly, I didn't get a chance to do any shopping this trip, but I think I'll make up for it this weekend. A coworker of Hubby's commented on how nice he looked today. He said "I'm married now so my wife dresses me." Then I realized, I'm dressing him better than I'm dressing myself. Time to pick it up. I'm hoping for spectacular Mem.Day sales this weekend.
Like usual, I'm way past my non-existant bedtime and I will be paying for it in the morning.
XOXO
Happy Wife
I love your blog. I also started my blog to blow off steam about my job and to keep a journal of sorts of Mr H-Town and my life together.
ReplyDeleteI can definitly relate to your comment about not being about to drink like you were 22. This is a lesson I've learned MANY times and will probably continue to learn ;). Jagerbombs always seem like such a good idea at the time.
Congratulations on getting married! :)
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