11 years ago, we made everyone fly to Kentucky in the snow (I think there was snow – I could be wrong) to watch us get married and then get hammered. (Sounds like we were the only ones who got hammered. Far from it, my friends.)
Happy anniversary to us!
Table 7 (the Connick table)
FARRRRRRRR far from it. Right, Betty?
Happy anniversary!!
tokenblogger
There prolly was snow. None this year tho.
mama mama
Don’t hide behind your anonymity, Table 7! I haven’t the faintest idea of what you’re talking about.
Melvin?
Don’t call out your mother, Table. Not nice. And, Betty, we know you don’t remember; that’s exactly the point. O_o
mama mama
I remember everything, foolish children.