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Home Again, Home Again

This post is going to be super short because I lost the cord for my camera.. which means I can't post any pictures. Anyway.. Since I don't have any pictures, here's the Reader's Digest version of my trip.Chris and I went home for Christmas. We came back to Hawaii a couple weeks later. It was great! The end. I will post something ten times better as soon as I find that dumb cord. 



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  1. First of all, let me say that lightening does happen in Hawaii. We had some very scary lightening storms when I lived there:) Secondly, I also love those pictures of you and Chris. They turned out so good! Did Chris blush when she took pictures of your "croch" like when I took your pictures here? Also did she have to tell you to "keep" kissing like I did, or do guys have that pretty down pat by now:0?
    Thirdly, That picture with the shark creaps me out big time and Lastly, your reader's digest version of your trip cracked me up!
    Glad you two are back together!
    Love you lots!

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  2. Sarah I just found your blog! You two are so cute. We wish we had more time to spend with you two before we left! We miss North Shore and everyone there!

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  3. Hey I thought you said you were going to add another blog entry...instead you just changed the background. What's up with that?
    Love you anyways...
    mom

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