I just got home last night, and while I was wired for sound, I couldn't make myself write. Mostly because I knew I'd be up for hours writing you stories about just how fabulous a time the boy and I had together.
Preview: There was kneeling.
I do have pictures, many, from this trip, and I cannot wait to show them to you. So if I don't get my sweet self in gear and get them posted by Friday night, I give you pure permission to troll my site.
(Please don't be a troll.)
Water taxis. Views of the bay that would make you cry (if you love water like I do). Delicious food. A first date for the boy and me (yes, we've known each other twenty-one years, but we had a first official date). Irish pubs with football. Bookstores. Shopping.
And if you're all nice to me, and I feel brave, I just might post a photo of me kissing the boy.
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