…and so we escaped to Rhode Island; the place of my childhood. Gerry has always loved my parents and their home. They have a screened-in porch that lets him see EVERYTHING! It was nice to sleep in my old bedroom and have my mom to talk with. She also made sure we had an at-home lobstah-dinna! If you’re not a New Englander, you may not understand, but that’s okay. I’ll gladly introduce anyone to Rhode Island, the smallest state in the union with the nicest, most Genuine people.
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WHEEEEE! OMG you guys are so lucky, we LOVE lobstah here! Hope you and the pack are having a blast and soaking up the sun. Hoppy Fourth!
Lobstah, cole slawh, and melted buttah! We would have gladly shared!