telling your husband he's a goofball (note: the iPhone insists
goofball is plural).
We're on our way to Atlantic City to meet up with Mr. D's parents.
His friend A was supposed to come, but apparently placed some wagers
on some sporting events that did not work out too well.
The ACES train is nice, though testosterone laden - I expect with
bachelor parties. Speaking of, we were at dinner last night when R
(of R&J, getting married in two weeks) asked if our trip to AC was
just a ruse covering for his bachelor party. Slightly awkward when we
had to tell him we weren't.
Oh well, more when we return!
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