It was date night, and I thought getting one this week was nigh impossible. Bemoaning the fact to Jesse, I suddenly got a call from Bert who was at the barn, "Meet me at the dock with a camera and a bottle of champagne." Click. In my head I was thinking, "Oh my goodness, how fun. Bert really does have a romantic side after all. It will be kind of tricky with his parents and the kids here and all, but.... we'll manage!" I spritzed some perfume on, checked my teeth, grabbed the camera and hoped we could toast with sparkling cider. I should have known; I've only been saving milk jugs for the past four months.
proud family looking on



