Photo Friday: Swept off my feet

Today’s throwback is a funny story.  Well, I find it funny.  I didn’t at the time, of course, but time has a way of changing how you feel about things.



“As a girl, I dreamed of being swept off my feet by my one true love.  And at the age of 24, it finally happened…and he’s never let me forget it.”  That’s what it says on my bio page.  And it’s completely, one hundred percent, absotively posilutely true.

Back in 2008, my husband and I had our first date (thanks to coincidence and Yahoo! Personals).  We met at a nice public place (the local pizza joint) for supper, where I arrived fifteen minutes early and spent the next ten minutes anxiously checking my watch and the door.  Seymour walked in about five minutes early and seemed surprised to see me waiting.

We sat down and…