One of the best things Adam can do is text me, in the middle of the day, and say “don’t worry about dinner, we’re going out”.
It’s like music to my ears. I’m not just saying that in the hopes that he reads this and does it more often. Really, I’m not. ;)
Yes, only in Florida will you see “live gators” on a mini-golf course. As we paid for our game, the gentleman asked if I would like to hold a baby gator for $4.95. I politely declined. He then told me to put my arms around my husband. I did. He then asked if I was willing to hold my husband, why not a gator? My husband let’s me hug him for free and there’s no risk of him chomping my hand off.
Both of those facts are stated in our vows, of course.
The correct form is *very* important in miniature-golf.
Once the ball is hit after a leg-poppin’ swing, one must spin in a circle (counter-clockwise) and hop on one foot. Works every time. Par perfection.
I must also include my dessert which was half of a scoop of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream on a chocolate vitamuffin.