besides the horsies, camping was just so-so. i did get an award at work. for being awesome, duh. and they gave me a forest service camelback. ok, it's not like forest service brand or anything, but theres an FS patch on it. considering i collect forest service stuff, this was pretty awesome. plus, i've always been too poor to buy a camelback, so i feel all special now.
OH, and some random guy asked us when we [my coworker and i] got engaged. we were both like... what!? apparently the guy saw my wedding ring and just assumed that we were engaged. we started thinking about it and figured that probably a lot of people thought that about us haha. when we were out to lunch last week a guy thought we were married. i find it funny that people ask if my actual husband and i are brother/sister or twins; and if my coworker and i are engaged/married. ironic, much?
OH, and some random guy asked us when we [my coworker and i] got engaged. we were both like... what!? apparently the guy saw my wedding ring and just assumed that we were engaged. we started thinking about it and figured that probably a lot of people thought that about us haha. when we were out to lunch last week a guy thought we were married. i find it funny that people ask if my actual husband and i are brother/sister or twins; and if my coworker and i are engaged/married. ironic, much?
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Yay for playing with the horses!
My hubby and I get mistaken for being brother and sister also. When we tell them no, we are in fact married we always get a skeptical look. Maybe we're just vain and married someone that looked like ourself. :)
i can't believe you met black beauty!
laura--true that! hahaha :]
and liv, thats what i called the super friendly one all week haha. i kept going "get over here, black beauty!"
hahaha those horses look like fun, although i'm sure i'd have been to scared to feed them.
congrats on the awesome award. although everyone knows it, i feel like people are seldom actually awarded for their true awesomeness. so good job on that! :)
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