that's actually what she said

Edited to add: Another Perspective.

After two weeks of rain, and making it rain, and rain on my face, I required the uplifting visit of the Marshall-Harris Super Duo (© Irina Schaffer), though in Kate nomenclature, they go by:

Too bad their limo driver fell asleep before he could chauffeur them.
(And, yes, Henry Porter. I said nomenclature just for you.)

True to Jordan Talking Point Style, highlights include:

-"Get Google on the phone!" 829 voice searches later, the charm still hasn't waned.

-An infomercial on the Shazam application. Got-danged mind-blowing, I tell you what.

-Actually, the entire week was basically an iPhone tutorial.

-And the first three talking points should be just one.

-Amazing hazelnuts = amazelnuts.

-My 30th birthday. Running out of gas and witnessing my darling Southern Belle tinkle on the side of the interstate.(BUT! Didn't get locked out like my twenty-somethingth birthday, where I was left to sing Kumbaya with Whit and vote Hotmanda off the island while we wondering if Matt had died.)

-That's What She Said-ing literally everything that came from anyone's mouth. That's what she said.

-Summiting mountains in Scotland/doing elk.

-Mates of State Revival!

-Have we mentioned this was a baby-centric vacation?
-Long, meaningful talks. Short, less meaningful comedic outbursts.

-Three-a-day liver work-outs. Due diligence to the Portland Brewing scene. The best playlist ever.

-SWIRL.

-"This isn't even real in my world right now." Watching Aaron David Harris pack the contents of two suitcases into one suitcase using the roll method. That's what she said. Again. Sorry.

-Moustachery.-Peep-toe shoes and nature.

-Thee eff word.

-"We swear, this isn't our normal weather." "We swear, Mt. Hood exists."

-Driving the West Hills. Smelling tight roses at The Rose Garden. Taking pictures in the dark where all that matters is you know where you were.

-Frands. And new frandships. Cheers.Jordan.

Aaron.

Y'all have been contaminated.
And we're ready to help you move.
So get into the car and point it at the west, uh-huh.