If my memory serves me correctly (doubtful), the very first night Dr. P and I "hung out" he suggested we go canoeing together. Little did he know that when I was 9 I was voted "most likely to canoe around the world," at summer camp. So, I was psyched. obvi. I came down to DC from Baltimore the next Saturday ready for the sun and the surf, but alas, canoodling beat out canoeing that weekend, and every weekend since until...
|Playing it cool, like I do.|
|Victoire! Victoire! Victoire!|
|The only way he could get me to stop singing river themed songs was to take my picture...|
My river-themed medley:
Did I miss any?
After all that rowing, and singing, and promise fulfilling I thought we deserved a reward.
Hooray for fro-yo, rivers, river songs, wonderful boyfriends, and looooooooooong weekends!