Wuv, Twue Wuv.  (Rated PG)

(FYI:  All of these could just as easily been included in "The Dork Edition.")

 

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Here, Dwayne and I are holding up the dog tags we had made at National Air & Space Museum.  We traded one of our own tags for the other's so we could be like Starbuck and Anders on BATTLESTAR GALACTICA, of course!

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On our second (or maybe third) night in town, I was like, "Hey, let's sit in front of this fountain and get a picture of us kissing!"  Dwayne was holding the camera out, pointed at us while we waited as people kept walking by.  We  felt very silly.  A woman stopped and said, "Oh!  Would you like me to take your picture?"  We were like, "Oh, no thanks. We got it covered!" Then we burst out laughing.  As you can see.

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Ah, a moment of "privacy" in a public place at last!

So, one thing about Dwayne and me on vacation is that we usually get addicted to each other while we're spending every day together having the time of our lives and all.  When we get home, we go through withdrawals.  For our first days back at work, we'll call and/or text each other all the time, telling each other about how much we miss the other.

That didn't happen this trip.  It wasn't until we got home that I figured out why.  Most often on trips of more than three days or so, we stay in timeshare resorts with condo units.  That means bedroom, living room, kitchen, all that stuff.  For this trip, we stayed in hotels.  Just us with a bedroom and a bathroom.  So the only way to get away from each other during downtime was to take a bath, and that can only go on for so long, you know?

Don't worry, though.  Even though we glared at and got annoyed with each other more than we do even in our regular lives where we have an entire house and can have lots of space and time to ourselves, we still like each other a whole bunch!  And, really, it was a great trip overall.

Oh, hey!  Look at the cutie who wanted to crash in on the "love" post!
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