Last night we went bowling on a whim. The game only lasted about 15 minutes.
geez, that was an expensive 15 minutes.
This boy is so cute I kick myself when I think back to the times I wanted him to stop asking me out on dates. I told his friends to tell him to stop asking me out on dates.
I'm a brat.
One night while dating we were at his parents house and I found a magic 8 ball in their guest bedroom closet. Don't ask me why I was rummaging through their guest bedroom closet; I realize this makes me sound like a paranoiac--going through my boyfriend's parents stuff, but that glowing black ball immediately peaked my interest. I was in the bedroom alone, and without hesitation I asked the magic 8 ball my million dollar question:
"Am I supposed to marry Adam?"
With a quick flip of the ball, I waited for the floating triangle to settle in place--
"Outlook not so good"
Now I don't know about the rest of you, but I have always been pretty superstitious. In highschool, Emily and I would play with tarot cars at night on the back deck and light candles....but that post can wait for another day. ANYWAY, the rest of the evening I thought that magic 8 ball was the answer to my destiny.
Today we have been married 13 months. and my outlook has never been better.
I threw that damn ball away.
Now lets bowl.