Rand(om) Pictures From Bushman’s Kloof

Warning: Today’s post is all about me gushing over my husband. The jaded and cynical may want to skip it entirely, or possibly read it with a barf bucket at hand. Because holy cats, you guys: he’s really effing cute.

I can’t get over this shot. I think he looks so handsome:

This one, too:

This one looks like it’s out of a friggin magazine.

I mean, COME ON. What the hell.

He wasn’t even feeling well on this trip, you guys. THIS IS WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE WHEN HE IS SICK.

Let’s compare this to how I looked in South Africa:

Notice how I resemble a piece of cheese that’s been left out in the sun while my husband was basically a Jewish Indiana Jones.

Let’s call him Ishmael Jones.

I kept swooning. Let’s just pretend it was because of the heat.