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Monday, June 29, 2020

Pizza is my love language.

I’m not one for mushy posts, but I have a fun story for you. 

9 months ago, I was talking to some guy. We texted, and sometimes actually talked on the phone! He seemed cool. Cool enough that I agreed to go out on an actual date with him. I mean, a girl’s gotta eat, right?? 

Now, I’m not saying that I watch too many Lifetime movies, but when I was told we were going to a place called “Wampach’s”, I was a little skeptical. “That sounds fake. Are you going to take me out to the woods and murder me??” He said no, but to be fair, ALL OF THE MURDERERS SAY THAT. I even told my coworkers that if I didn’t come in the next day, to call the police. One of them had the audacity to call me dramatic! Hmph. 

I googled Wampach’s and found that it was a legit place, so off I went. I do love me some breakfast foods! 

We had a great time, and even went to get a donut afterwards. Six days later, we went out to breakfast again, but this time we went north to Fat Nat’s. (If you’ve never been, rectify this. Stat.) 

That afternoon he called me and asked if I’d be interested in going on a cruise with him, his brothers, and their wives. He told me I’d have to put up with him for the next four months, but I’d get a cruise out of the deal. Not one to pass up a challenge, I agreed. Besides, nine days in the Caribbean with a bunch of people I’d never met before?? Sign me up!! 

We were scheduled to get back on March 1st, and we joked about how we’d need the 2nd to catch up on sleep, and then on the 3rd I’d dump him. 

Apparently the joke was on me because two weeks before the cruise, I packed up all of my Twins gear, and moved from “The Cities” to Farm Country. Population 187. As Jacob says, “Mom, South Haven has the lowest population in Minnesota.” Not quite, but it *is pretty far down on the list! 

We call ourselves the Worst Couple Ever, and all of our kids think we’re ridiculously cute (actually I think they’ve said ridiculous and cute, but whatever). His Corvette obsession rivals my Twins one, he handles my sass, and makes sure that I’m never hangry. 

Congrats on putting up with me for this long, Randy! I’m sure my parents pray for you daily. 😂






















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