Today while I was folding laundry Amelie came on. I don't like to watch movies or read books twice, but I will make the occasional exception for the story of two oddballs in love. It reminds that my eighth anniversary is in just a few weeks. My Prince Charming parked his car in the wrong spot in the parking garage today and immediately panicked and thought someone had stolen his brand new car.
Ahh, baby. Love story- you and me, it even has a happy ending.
Wednesday
Love Story
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Glad the car was found!
I've always imagined that if my car was stolen it would take me awhile to realize it, as I would think I had just forgotten where I parked it.
I guess my problem is the opposite of Chad's.
The funniest part of the story was the fact that once I found my car and was on my way to the airport I called my assistant and left her a voicemail asking her to find out whose spot I had taken and apologize to them for me. I never heard back - she probably didn't do it because 1) she thought I was a nut and 2) she had much better things to do with her time.
Sorry I've been AWOL on the blog lately - I've been super-swamped at work.
I guess that's the nice thing about my truck. I don't ever have to worry about it being stolen - between the dent Dad put in it, the very scraped up truck bed, and 180,000+ miles on it...yeah no one wants it.
What did you guys buy any way? FORD...____________?
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