I'm going to start off with the remember when's because I love this story. Actually, I completely forgot about it until Bree reminded me. That, or I just blocked it out! Anyway, one weekend when the bub's came down from school in Idaho we headed down to Salt Lake. I can't remember why, but I think we were running errands. Anyway, we decided to go to lunch and the bubs ended up taking me to Hooters of all places. Our waitress was the best. Little bit older lady who mentioned she had dropped the curling iron on her, um, ladies that morning. Not only did she mention it, she also showed us just where she had burned herself. Nice. Guess that's why they call it Hooters. Tee Hee. Very memorable. I guess.My number seven why I love you: you are going to be such a great daddy. It's one of the reasons why I married you. After watching you interact with my kids when I was a nanny, it helped make up my mind on whether I was going to continue dating you or not. You passed with flying colors. One of these days, babe, one of these days!
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