I think perhaps I'm a bigger problem before I open my mouth than after. It's funny that way.
Anyway, this was a great weekend. I'm talking 3-D black light mini golf great. Bill Bryson, haunted houses, burgers and fries, Scott Pilgrim, wine-hazy board games great. Late nights and air mattresses great. Pixel blocks and newlyweds great. There was even a stop for German food and live accordion music on the way home last night, just the two of us, and then after I was home, as it was during the whole trip, a hot, low-hanging brand of love between my man and me.
What the fuss is wrong with my mind and body that kept itself directly in the line of limbo all this while?
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