The Rennakers: Kissing in Cool Places since 2013

In honor of my lord's two month wedding anniversary with his lady (me), I thought I'd post a series of romantic pictures in front of scenic places around the Queendom. For fear of kindling my lord's wrath, I ask you to please not tell him.

This is the list of things he hates the most:

1. Kissing in public.

2. Having pictures taken of him while kissing in public.

3. Me posting those pictures on the internet.

I Love you, Jacob! Happy two months!

 

Jacob thinking about how much he doesn't want to kiss me on the Kings George's stairs in the Kingly, Georgian section of Kensington Palace.

 

 Me loving Jacob at the Bodlean library in Oxford.

 Me trying to get Jacob to love me in Stratford-Upon-Avon.

 Me making out with a medieval archer wax figure because I couldn't get any from my husband at Warwick Castle.

 Jacob too cold to kiss me at Castlerigg Stone Circle (sans the stone circle)

 

Me bullying Jacob into taking a kissing selfie in Stratford-Upon-Avon.

 

 

 Anna triumphant as Jacob kisses her back at Hampton Court Palace (shortly after Anne Boleyn bluntly propositioned him). This is PROGRESS, people. It's time to re-take our wedding photos!

* A word on my coat: Yes, I wear it every day. Yes, I am sick of it. Yes, it looks like I never change my clothes because I look the same in every picture. Yes, my identity is morphing into an amorphous army green blob. Yes, all the other girls have about five coats to avoid this lamentable situation. I'm not presenting a solution, but I am admitting that I understand the gravity of it.

Cheers!
Banana 

yesss

All you need is love.
And bicycles.
All you need is love and bicycles.

thanks for the photo

'Tis the Season

something about being at my parents' house makes me feel like it's Christmas. ...strange. Possible explanations include:

-the distinct and constant peppermint smell in my room
-it snowed yesterday
-last time I was here it was, in fact, Christmas.

...See?
Chilly photo shoot with Alisha and Margs
Usually the only lovin' I get in the freezer aisle is from Mr. Hagen Daaz

View from the front yard

I already miss the island with my whole heart, but am making the most and the best of my time here.
On the menu for tomorrow:
Utilizing the Spokane Transit Authority for the first time, attending community college undercover, talking to as many fascinating people as possible, and wrapping things up with a gnarly poetry slam.

love. anna.