Tomorrow is NOT when campers go home and today was NOT the last day.
We did NOT go to the beach for the last time this morning.
We did NOT spend the afternoon packing and going into town and getting coffee one last time and going kayaking.
We definitely did NOT have a delicious Spanish meal prepared by JoJo and Jeff. We did NOT say goodbye and Keverette did NOT hold Sully’s baby.
And we absolutely positively didn’t dance our butts off at a crazy blacklight highlighter party.
The ferry to pick us up will NOT arrive at Woods Hole tomorrow/this morning at 10:15am. (Just kidding in case you have trouble with sarcasm. That ferry will arrive and we will be on it and crying most likely)
We love each other.