So yesterday the husband and I got on a big ole airplane and flew out to sunny southern California. And then, after we arrived, we went to a rehearsal dinner for our friends Todd and Marti.
Because those two crazy kids are getting married tomorrow.
I KNOW!
And you know what else? Today we woke up to this view:
It is sort of pretty here.
And just in case you’re wondering, we left the child at home. I mean, we didn’t leave him by himself or anything. We won’t do that until he’s at least, you know, seven. We feel that’s reasonable.
D. and I had a wide-open day today, and after debating what we could do to fill it up, we decided to go to Disneyland, which is TOTALLY what most 30-something married couples do when they don’t have kids with them for a weekend. Right?
Oh, I know. We’re a little strange. But we had a blast.
And I’m not saying that we got there early this morning or anything, but here’s what the parking garage looked like when we climbed out of the car.
OH YES MA’AM.
We really did have the best time; plus, since the crowds weren’t bad, we were able to ride our favorite rollercoasters over and over again.
Which is why we rode Space Mountain four times.
And why we rode Tower of Terror at least five times.
And why I screamed myself silly.
Because I am, after all, terribly sophisticated.
Hope y’all have a great weekend!
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