Happy Anniversary to Joey and her Husband!
I told you August is ooey gooey with love stuffs. I know, it’s gross. You can look away, but our eyes are locked. I blush, he laughs, I giggle, he smirks. *siiigh*
Yes, we’ve always been this way. No, I don’t know what’s wrong with us.
We do honor our anniversary. We aim to ditch the kids and make the most of couple time, but sometimes it’s on a stupid Tuesday or whatever, and that’s a bit harder with school. Even harder when The Mister was in school, too.
“Oh, you have to read about the Bolsheviks all day?” Reading is sexy.
Sometimes we can’t get away and have to staycate. Staycating is hawt.
Twice we’ve moved into new homes on our anniversary, which I think is special.
The Mister has always taken our anniversary off work like it’s a holiday. Twice, he arranged for his R&R in August, specifically…
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