So we went away for our 10th anniversary, and I'm happy to say that it was really good for us. We drove up to Quebec City--about 5 hours by car.We very affectionately call it it The Poor Man's Paris.
We stayed at this little B&B with all sorts of super cultural people whose language we didn't speak:
I wore this obscenely short dress out to an obscenely expensive dinner:
Made Jared take a few pictures since I wan't wearing pajamas:
I ate piglet. And it was more than my weekly grocery budget:
That's cheesecake. Unfortunately not the size of my head:
And that's Jared singing some 90s songs.
10 years, my legs look good, and we're back on the upswing.
Thank you guys. You know who you are.
