Don't ask me to remember exactly where in New England this was taken. All the cemeteries I
dragged my children to visited blur together. But oh… The cemeteries there! If it's not weird to admit it, I lust after them.
Okay, that is a little weird. Maybe a lot.
One more New England vacation and my kids will either come to be unintimidated by death or spend the rest of their lives in therapy, telling their doctors how I dragged them to see dead people on a constant basis.
As of right now it stands at 50-50.