Men are From Mars. That’s It.

Men are From Mars. That’s It.

Last weekend my hubs Kenny was away with the guys doing the PA Grand Canyon 300. It’s a weekend-long adventure ride hosted by the Pine Barrens Adventure Camp. We couldn’t shuffle our schedules around to both be able to go, so I stayed at home holding down the fort.

As with any modern couple, we keep in touch throughout the days we’re apart sending texts and pictures. He sends me stuff like this:

And in return, I send him updates on the stuff that I’m doing. Stuff like this, which I captioned “Surprise!” Because you know, it looks like it’s attending the world’s happiest Jurassic birthday party:

A few hours later, I got a text back from Kenny:


Did I buy a raptor? Did I buyyyyyy a raptor?! I swear to God, sometimes it’s like he doesn’t know me at all. I’m totally a Brontosaurus née Apatosaurus née Brontosaurus kinda girl!

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