So I copied Heather and I'm posting about my own "monthaversary".Yup, it's 216 months (ok, you can put your calculator down) or 18 years since I met my husband. We were high school sweethearts, and as the song goes "I was 16, going on 17...".
For our first date, he took me out to a comedy club. I spilled linguini on my skirt and he splashed me with mud, yet still I ended up marrying him. Go figure. ;)
1 comment:
Wow - that's a lot of monthage!
Hey, at least you knew what you were getting into with the early mishaps ;0)
Happy Monthaversary!
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