Each Thursday, JRB and I try our hardest to go on a date. Sometimes it works; sometimes it doesn’t. This week was my turn to plan the date, and I think I did a dang good job. After dinner, JRB and I went to AIR WALK TRAMPOLINES. JRB has agreed to having his birthday party there, so that, in and of itself, says something.
We had only been jumping for 15 minutes when we had to take our first break. Y’all, trampolining is TOUGH, and definitely not as carefree as I remember it as an 8 year old. Don’t worry, we treated ourselves to milkshakes after.