my version of the guestbook.
emergency bathroom stops; 3 for 5$ raspberries; the arrest of some juvenile delinquent; steak and goat cheese, attempting to tan at 5pm on an overcast day; laying together in a hammock was one of the sweetest feelings; how do you work this charcoal?; chicken kabobs cooked over a fire in a dryer machine drum; a delicious salad and a lovely bouquet; hoping you’ll always give me a sweet little kiss like that before dinner; more episodes of big love than we’d care to admit; a basket of heart-shaped rocks and a ship painting with admirably straight lines; sniffles; a pointless Ellen Degeneres book and the Communist Manifesto; a burial for 15+ mud puppies and counting; a memorable story; tanning on a blow-up mattress; i’m feeling a little drunk, meet me upstairs; ways to disguise sex hair at a cottage; a magical seahorse; they grow that in purple?; a crown of weeds; you laughing on the bed with your family made 3 seem like such a solid number; climbing up the bunk bed; how cliche that my first real sunrise would bring tears to my eyes; you sleepily walked down the steps wrapped in a duvet; warblers were wide awake and singing into the pink sky; a dog sleeping in my place!; you can swim; monkeys in the middle; did i leave out much?
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