Chelsea ran away as I tried to take her picture again.

 

We are going to end up with a lot of blurry sightseeing photos. Few of the marvels of Vienna will be documented appropriately. Too bad she got that awful haircut right before the trip. I bought her a hat from a street vender but I don’t know that it helped much.

 

I was upset when we got home because the only picture she’d let me frame was the one of the benches where I proposed. No Chelsea, just benches.

 

We could never afford a honeymoon so we always thought of that trip as our grand adventure. Too bad we were stuck in Lansing instead.

 

 

© Gayle Force Press 2012

 

 

 

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