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Tuesday, April 06, 2010

If me at 24 could see me at 30...

If you had told me in 2004 that in 6 short years I would be married to a banker from Connecticut who spends his weekends playing golf in shorts with whales embroidered on them I would spit in your face.  Mention that Sunday dinner would be spaghetti and (turkey) meatballs and I just might have set you on fire.  Life is funny, no? 

This was dinner on Sunday night.  Adapted from here.