Yes, I know. What kind of freak takes books on their honeymoon, you ask… Well, this kind of freak, I reply. Come on, what did you expect – there were all those hours on the plane when The Husband was asleep (he can sleep anywhere, that brat – me, I can barely sleep in my own comfy bed at night let alone on a plane with other people… although being in first class helps with that A LOT, don’t misunderstand me), plus beach hammock time when The Husband was taking pictures of birds and the beach and all the other cool sights (things that I’ve already seen and exclaimed over on each trip I’ve taken to Aruba before), plus the hours when The Husband was fishing (because this girl does not so much see the allure of the fishing thing)…

How was I supposed to entertain myself during all these collected moments if not with a book or two (or three or four or…) – none of these were exactly moments when I could have been talking to The Husband (or doing anything else to/with him), so of course I had to have books! Plus, well, I’m me and so I would have had to have them even if he was available to talk to/do anything else with/to… (teehee)
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