She was dropped on her head a child and I squeak when I get embarrassed.

I learned a lesson today: never go out on a "date" to the Holocaust Museum.

Not that it will be a bad "date," it's just that after you spend 3 1/2 hours in a museum thats message is, "We will never forget one of the worst, if not worst, humanitarian genocides in the history of man," you probably won't want run and skip and jump in puddles, or hold hands, or take pictures on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial.

But, you will still want to take a picture with that famous, Washington Monument as your backdrop.

And, every time I see her face, my knees still get a little weak.

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