Yesterday, for YSA FHE, we went to Classic Skating. Super cool, right? Right. It was fun.
So when Spencer and I got tired of skating, and wore out our mad people watching skills, we decided to go on those . . . what are they called? Bouncy things? Whatever. The inflatable stuff you climb and slide and jump on. :) And holy crow, we had so much fun. Honestly.
We acted like we were five and it was great.
So here's the funny part.
He was right in the middle of kissing me, and I was all happy and great and everything, and then I decided to burst out laughing.
And I spit all over Spencer's face.
Gahh . . . sorry.
But I'm still cute, right? Ish? Cute-ish?
And oh goodness, when this man came into my house looking so snazzy in a suit and tie?
I'm soooper jealous of his good looks. Seriously.