Seven years ago I was introduced to this man: The tallest man I had ever met. He was wearing a pinstriped suit and looking handsome as sin. The next day, he showed up to work in jeans and a T-Shirt, put a box on his head and acted like a robot. The day after that, he teased our co-worker, (ex-carnie...among other things) Allison, until she was in tears. Boy, oh boy, was I in love! Except I was really too dumb to realize it...for about a year. And once I had actually discovered I loved this man enough to want to settle down and have his freakishly tall children, well, I was left with no recourse other than to stalk him, come over to his apartment under the pretense of watching HBO, date him, move in with him, drag him to the altar and then have a whole litter of his babies. A girl's got to do what a girl's got to do! Luckily, somewhere in there he decided I was alright too.Happy Valentine's Day, Babe! (it was the robot impression--it sent me over the moon!)
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I soooooo called it too...twice in fact...First I said you would be the next one to get married after Tiff (and you were), and then you told me about this tall guy you worked with and how you both wanted big big dogs and I knew he was the one for you...plus the way you talked about him :-)
Matt says I take too much pleasure in being right.
Happy Valentine's Day!
Yes, Jess. You do take too much pleasure in being right, but so do I! And also: just so you remember I totally called you marrying Matt--all because you sent him a text message while we were in Hawaii. HA!
Come on Gillian, you were doomed as soon as Deborah decided you two were perfect for each other. HA
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