Kiss of Death: Part Deux

2 years ago, right after Bryan and I started dating, we went to Spring River in Arkansas on a rafting trip. Our good friend, Marcus (who we owe our meeting to) told us both it could be the kiss of death for us. I think he was kidding, and obviously since it's 2 years later, it wasn't the kiss of death. So, we went back this year and I had these shirts made for us: