Four years ago, I finished a 6 hour drive back from my hometown and was famished. No food in the house. What’s a single gal to do? Go call the neighbor guy who has a crush on her to see if he wants to grab dinner, of course! (Ok, I called at least 6 friends first who weren’t home or interested…..)
And that is how it all began. Here we are four years later, many pounds heavier, with hearts that have been through the wringer. Or is it ringer? I really don’t know what a w/ringer is or what that means. But anyway, we are going to celebrate by grabbing dinner at that same neighborhood bar where it all began. I’ll probably kiss him this time though.
I don’t have enough happy posts.
