Breast-takingly Boobiful

On the day we left it seemed as though we'd never get going. We were up, anxious and ready to go like two kids taking a trip to Six Flags!!

The suitcases were packed. I was certain I hadn't forgotten anything.

And there we sat.

Waiting.

And waiting.

The problem - however - was that I had a doctor's appointment at one that afternoon. My doctor, like most, is difficult to get an appointment with. Once I have one, I don't mess with that. I was going.... vacation or no vacation.

Finally the appointment was here and gone and we were on the road.

We talked. We laughed. We reminisced.

And never - not even once - did we turn on the radio or CD player. Honest. Not once.

We talked about the last 25 years and dreamed about the next 25.

We talked about our spanking life and what a difference it's made in our lives. Adam even said "I wish I would have known when we got married what a difference spanking would make. It would have saved us a lot of grief"

True dat.

We hadn't traveled far when we started taking in scenery such as the above picture. With the first awesome sight Adam made a comment about the "breathtaking" scenery. I agreed. It was beautiful.

The next time however when he was about to comment I sensed the orneriness in his voice as he stumbled on his words: "Isn't that b...b...bbbbb....bbbbb....."

Finally I said it for him.

"Breathtaking?"

"No. Breast-taking!!"

Okay.

Call us weird.

I don't care.

We never laughed so hard in all our lives.

Breast-taking.

Yes, indeed.

Not only did "breast-taking" become the word of the trip, it was soon after closely followed by "boobiful."

Weird? Yes. I know this.

The rest of the trip was indeed "breast-takingly boobiful." There are no other words to describe it.

Not the details you were looking for? Then tune in tomorrow for our trip to the toy store.