(No, Steve, you will not live that down. No, and it doesn't matter that I wasn't there.)
Steve and I have a long, storied history of friendship, betrayal, flat tires and his boy friends being my boyfriends. He was, by his own description, the "quiet kid that every one thought might be a serial killer" in high school, and lo and behold, he became my future husband's best man.
Small world, eh?
Welcome to the blogging world Steve. It ain't as easy as I make it look.
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1 comment:
Sounds like you've declared war. It's on. Everything from your sordid past is fair game now, Werchadlo.
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