The down side to being relatively friendly with your neighbors is that they sometimes feel comfortable showing up at your front door on a Saturday afternoon trying to abuse your inborn southern politeness by making you watch some godawful 15-minute video for the multi-level marketing program pyramid scheme they’ve just gotten involved with.

It really sort of pisses me off that this sales pitch was the first excuse she found in three years to show up at our front door, but I’ll probably forgive her as long as she doesn’t follow through on her threat to call me for computer advice, too.

I’m working on my vertical file.

The other day when I asked what could be better, I knew the answer. To start, I’ll let the video speak for itself and apologize for the quality:

Wow. Five years since that cold, rainy, surreal, wonderful night. It was definintely worth it.

For our fifth anniversary, we splurged on “real” rings to replace the $10 silver ones we very quickly bought on the way back from Fresno on that Sunday afternoon:

I love my boy.

It’s Valentine’s Day and my boy is home from the City of Doom for the weekend. What could be better?

Donna Destri
Rebel Rebel, 1984