A Short Pictoral History

Gary Johnson may have introduced us but God brought us together. So we stop by His place very often to say thanks. We also have dinner with Gary from time to time.

The couple that plays together stays together. It's called pickle ball. If you haven't tried it, please don't. It's already too crowded at Plaza Park.

I'm an unapologetic, life-long, obsessive, die-hard Dodgers fan. She's not not-a-Dodgers-fan. Close enough.

In any great relationship, one shouldn't undervalue the importance of getting lei'd.

Hate to say this Walt, but the real Happiest Place on Earth is anywhere we are. Though you run a close second. And we do love the neat, overpriced hats.

Of course, neither one of us plans on getting cold feet. But, hey, just to be sure...

But I stiiilll haven't fooouuund....wait, yes. Yes, I did find what I was looking for.

We do not find ourselves ACTUALLY hob-nobbing with the landed gentry on Derby Day. But our time together is rich beyond measure. Obviously, if pressed, we could totally pull off the outfits.

We say 'I love you' often. But not so often as to be super irritating to people around us. In a crowd, we say it with our EYES. Do some still find that irritating? Yes. We didn't invite them.

One finds themselves constantly at the center of a dangerous, smoldering hotness. The other is Smokey the Bear.

A wonderful life? You betcha. Eat your heart out, George Bailey.

I think this one speaks for itself, no?

The single most valuable clam in the history of mollusks. And the best day ever.