There were horses, and meat, and fruit, and onions, and bugs and Napoleon Dynamite and dogs (one of which has an unbelievably severe obsession with sticks), and a ferrier, and the cop with the beer between his legs, and the first part of Full Metal Jacket, and fire ants, and guns, and humidity, and a porch swing, and knives and a chicken which was well carved, and more . . .
But the best thing about the date is that I met my husband. The man I thought did not exist. I shall stop here for blood sugar puposes.
We are going to be one of those couples who make everyone else sick with our affection. And our PDA's.
When I left South Carolina, I shoved him up against the wall in the airport to kiss him goodbye. Someday I will never have to kiss him goodbye. Unless he goes outside to feed the dogs.
Yeehaw! I got me a husband on the internet!
Thanks FR
I bet me and Cyborg can be more sickening than you and your man!
"Cuddly wuddly" and "smoochie smoochie" are mere warning shots...
Sniff,sniff (drying eyes).
Hey Jack Handy, could you cool down the testimonials a bit. The vomit is flowing way too strong.