Eight days before the day we got married
Eight days before the day we got married, way back in the summer of 2007, I got up and went to a spin class. Mark did the dishes (he was always really good about doing dishes back then) and then we went for lunch with our Alpha and Delia because it was Alpha’s birthday. We went to Tikki Tikka. Oh yes, and I gave Alpha some homemade ice-cream sandwiches for his birthday (I made then nine days before the day we got married, actually, using a recipe from a Rock’n’Roll cookbook that came with a copper electric guitar cookie cutter that Mark bought for me on his annual base-ball and fast-food road trip to the states with Mattie-O).
Eight days before the day we got married, way back in the summer of 2007, I got up and went to a spin class. Mark did the dishes (he was always really good about doing dishes back then) and then we went for lunch with our Alpha and Delia because it was Alpha’s birthday. We went to Tikki Tikka. Oh yes, and I gave Alpha some homemade ice-cream sandwiches for his birthday (I made then nine days before the day we got married, actually, using a recipe from a Rock’n’Roll cookbook that came with a copper electric guitar cookie cutter that Mark bought for me on his annual base-ball and fast-food road trip to the states with Mattie-O).
We came home and cleaned the house a bit because Mark’s dad was coming on Sunday from Thunder Bay to stay with us before the wedding. I then blogged about all the reasons that why I DEFINITELY CANNOT be classified as a Type A personality. My brother, Jay, phoned and announced that he’d just bought himself his very first car. Then Mark barbecued up some pork for dinner (he was really good about making dinners back then) and I made the salad part. Then we went to see the movie Transformers at the local AMC theatre. It was a fun thing to do eight days before the day we got married.
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