That’s how you say it, with the accent. Or maybe it’s more like BWOAHSTEN. I dunno. I can only do certain words. Like hahbah (harbor), or ahhch (arch) or pissah (pisser).
Which reminds me, I only heard like, ONE person with a legit Boston accent when we were there. I’ma need a redo.
So in case you don’t know me outside of what you read here, I recently took a trip with Baby Einstein to see our other (now MARRIED) sister and brother-in-law in their temporary home in Boston. Why are they there? Because he’s a genius and goes to school at MIT and is getting two degrees from there in two years.
The littlest sister and I visited the middlest sister and Swarles for five days. As an added bonus, we got to spend tons of time with Ines, Baby Einstein’s BFF and our now adopted Spanish sister. It was such a good trip.
And you guys, I took so many pictures. Spoiler alert: A lot of them are of buildings. ON ACCOUNT OF THE HISTORY. Not to mention we did a historical tour just a few hours after we got into town.
We saw where the original gangstas are buried. Like Pauly Revere and Sammy Adams.
*This fact is not true. But it was a Ruth’s Chris in that building.
**Only photo of all five of us at once from the whole trip. Like I said, I’ma need a redo.
Fun – and true – historical fact: This guy. He’s done stuff like this since I met him almost 12 years ago. Except then it was more dangerous, like, jumping out of trees. But this, right here? This is the Chuckie I’ve known for years, the kid who will slide down an entire stair railing and look like a happy lil’ dude while he’s doing it.
Keep in mind, friends, that this is only pictures from the first day. And not even the entire first day.
I’ll be back with more later, including how two of my dreams came true and I fell in love with a dessert. Whaaaa?????