A friend of mine pointed me to a web site that had a great story (http://hahasforhoohas.com/the-fart-that-almost-altered-my-destiny/) about a date she had with her future husband. I found it hilarious and it reminded me of the beginning of my wife and my relationship.
On the first date with my wife I had a severe 3rd degree burn on the upper inside of my thigh that was becoming infected so I walked funny (caused by super heated cake icing, liquefied plastic, and melted polyester, but that's another story), I drank from her glass without asking or apologizing, I had to push start my Suzuki Samurai, and I called her the wrong name.
On our 3rd date I ripped a nasty heart stopping fart in my Suzuki Samurai but I didn't roll down the windows for her;-), then I ripped another one on the same date in a crowded theatre with her cuddling so sweetly on my shoulder.
Shortly after that I introduced her to my grandmother and introduced her by the wrong name, an entirely different name this time.
A month into us dating I bounced some checks at the bank she worked at and went to her to have her fix it.
Then a bit later I accidentally caused her to get 2nd degree burns on her face, chest, and legs resulting in severe sun poisoning, and oozing of reddish fluid from popping blisters.
She still married me, apparently it's much more attractive to be interesting than it is to be proper or normal.
2 comments:
Haaahaaa! Thanks for the laugh! She obviously loves you very much :-)
Thanks CA;-)
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