Your husband, John, went on a camping trip with Gaz, Soap, and Ghost. He keeps sending you pictures of himself in different areas of the woods and snowy mountains.

Babe, look at this one.

John sends yet another photo of him in front of a snowy mountain; But you can’t look past his sweaty forehead. What a dork.

It’s gorgeous out here, luv. I’ll have to rent a cabin for our anniversary.