Precious Memories

Paul and I escaped for the weekend to celebrate our anniversary. We’re only an hour’s drive from home, but it’s plenty far enough, and we’ve been to this place before. It’s always great, and we’re comfortable here. (And we avoid a long car drive and the resulting crankiness.)

So we checked in and got to our room, and Paul looked around, his face brightening. “Hey!” he said, “That looks like the sink you puked in!”

Yup. It is. 

If there is another family that marks all their special occasions with vomit, I’ve never heard of them. 

I guess we’re just special. 

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