Yep. That was the little phrase that saved my sanity.
And then occasionally in the ensuing weeks - he would walk around humming "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year". Because, well, we all know how I feel about fall.
And then he really made it happen LAST WEEK, and it was everything we hoped it would be, except for the part where we didn't stay for weeks. Because I'm pretty sure that at least one of us was kinda hoping for that. But "New England for Two Weeks In the Fall" is way more than 5 words, and way more than our budget could handle, even if you count all the frequent flyer miles, so it couldn't work out at all. But hey, 4 days in New England in the fall? AWE-SOME.
Now, I know I promised pictures, but here's the thing.
One of us (who shall remain nameless) was offered a really great camera for Christmas a couple of years ago. But said person (who I think we have already established has mental problems) turned down the camera offer because it seemed really bulky and, you know, that person would have to carry it around and stuff. And it really didn't seem that important when you could get a perfectly good camera the size of a credit card which would fit in your pocket or purse (I mean if you were the gender that would carry a purse) (not that there's anything wrong with that) and keep your hands free for other things. Like 44oz drinks.
Anyway, the other person in our marriage (who shall also remain nameless) really kind of wanted the camera and wanted to be able to figure out cool effects and stuff and so either way we ended up with this great (and heavy) camera. Which one of us uses A LOT. And so, if you were the other person, you might think to yourself - "hey! why carry around 2 cameras, when one of us takes really great pictures and has this really great camera. I mean, look at all the room in your pocket you could save if you didn't take that camera. You could even carry an extra pack of gum or something."
Or some other completely random - yet clearly RATIONAL thought such as that.
In any case, as it turns out, only one of us carried a camera and took pictures and hasn't downloaded or edited them yet, while the other of us only has a few measly pictures from a phone camera.
Here are the 5 (yes, five) random pictures I took.
This is what happens when city planners have a bad day, and still have to come up with a town name to put on the sign.
I was still laughing 14 miles later. And I will tell you that I'm much more likely to stop for gas in a town named Effingham, than a town with a regular old name like Freedom. Well, idk, Freedom is really a pretty good name for a town.
More pictures coming... eventually.