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The husband’s birthday was this month, and for the past decade I’ve been giving him experience gifts rather than material things…. because we all know the man has more than enough stuff. Over the years I’ve gifted him a trip to a spooky old hotel in the Poconos that felt like the Overlook in Stephen King’s The Shining…

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The place was huge!

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So huge I could never manage to get a shot of the entire thing in frame.  And we were literally the only guests.

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Room after room.

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Floor after floor.

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All to ourselves.

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I expected to see the twins every time we walked to our room. Uber creepy.

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I’ve given him beer making classes….

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Look at all those serious student faces.

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And seeing him stir an actual pot? Was well worth the student fee.

I even gave him  falconry training.

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That was awesome. If you ever have the chance, take it.

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They really are spectacular creatures.

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And hey, where else do you get to walk around with a bag of decapitated quails?

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But last year brought Covid and the romantic getaway to the coastal resort I chose was cancelled. This year? We didn’t go anywhere either so along with a few Marine Corps themed items and a handful of vintage Red Sox collectibles… I got him something for the man cave.

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Doesn’t look impressive you say?

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Trust me, it is.

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I’m imaging many alcohol induced oohs and ahs when we plop this baby on the bar.

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