The McCully House Inn
Nate,
To me, you will always be Red Robin because that is where we met. Notting Hill because it was in the theater watching that movie that our hands first met. The white Tacoma pick up truck that I drove in high school because that is where our lips met. […]
The night we took a family walk, and got caught in a raging thunderstorm two miles away from our house, and came home soaked to the marrow of our bones–Yes, that night. I failed to mention that we also had to strip down to our (gasp!) birthday suits in the […]
Four words for perpetual youth seekers:
P l a y I n T h e R a i n !
H and I did it this evening and had ourselves an exceedingly fine time.
He didn’t want to pause for pictures…
But I made him.
And if that’s not a cute face, I never have seen […]