Posting these pictures while surrounded by piles of laundry and our impending move (more on that later) hoovering like an annoying hoovering-thingy over my head is kinda torturous.
Just for a minute, I'm going to pretend that the laundry doesn't exist and enjoy the memories...the beautiful memories...
On our official anniversary, David and I took a boat out to John Houston's private getaway.
And evidently, I'm not a "small boat gal".
The choppy waves were mean.
And my breakfast may - or may not- have protested in a tiny, rocking, stinky bathroom at the bottom of the boat.
But truly - I would have done it again to see this:
And totally devoid of laundry piles.
That evening we went to dinner on the ship.