reminiscing about the good ole' days, GP, and the word 'shtuf'
and
ended with: "Bravo! Have a good night."
"Growing up Southern is a privilege, really. It's more than where you're born; it's an idea and state of mind that seems imparted at birth. It's more than loving fried chicken, sweet tea, football, and country music. It’s being hospitable, devoted to front porches, magnolias, moon pies, coca-cola... and each other. We don't become Southern - we're born that way." - Unknown
she:
lots of freckles. blue eyes. literature. summertime. classic rock. cats. cycling. musicals. african-american literature. modernism. postmodernism. gilmore girls. piano. correct grammar enthusiast. WWII history buff. gamecocks. old movies. proponent of intelligent conversation. terrified of octopuses. loves south carolina and the beach.
he:
always wears a hat. minimalist. crazy smart. runner. data analytics. guitar. mario enthusiast. completist. natty dresser. purple. calvin and hobbes. modern art. the beatles aficionado. arrested development. video games. silly dances. always smells good. writes songs. silly sound effects maker extraordinaire. lover of minimalist jazz.
{we are the robinsons,
and we are madly in love}
2 comments:
So true! I'm happy for your happiness!
I remember that little pedal car...didn't we ride that on the boardwalk at the beach?
I loved those trips to the beach..and that bed and breakfast, and the little dog!
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