I walked in the front door yesterday into what was supposed
to be an empty apartment and was alarmed by a bellowing “HELLO!” I yelled and
stepped back. “MY NAME IS INIGO MONTOYA”
the man proclaimed, brandishing a cardboard tube at me. "YOU KILLED MY FATHER." I fell against the wall, gasping. “PREPARE TO DIE”. I collapsed into his arms, laughing.
That is the man I married.
My best friend, and part of the reason I haven’t written on this blog
for nine months. Our story started with
a search for wildflowers, picked up after an episode of rotten fish in a
dumpster, and was made official over the altar.
But that is another awesome story for another day. J
