SOB and HOSOB decided to have a honeymoon in Paris last week.
Wait, you say, they have been married for 4 years. Why did they wait so long?
In fact, they did go on a honeymoon after their were married.
This time, they went on OUR honeymoon.
SOB probably felt bad because POB and I were not immediately going away to celebrate our marriage (after 12 years, one child, and a mortgage). SOS had to return to 4th grade the next day.
So, they had one for us. The least they could do — for us that is.
But when SOB showed us the two photos they took — yes, TWO — I felt like I was there.
Here are all of the people crammed in like sardines around the Mona Lisa — an itty-bitty painting — flaunting the “no photos” rule:
And here is the picture of the sign to the left of the Mona Lisa:
(Beware of pickpockets.)
The rest of Paris? Breath-taking pictures are Googlable. This is why SOB can go on my honeymoon anytime.