My notebook of things I was (not.) right about.

Post Zero.

The day I got engaged my now husband and I had been enjoying some drinks on the deck. He went inside and as he came out I heard him pumping himself up on the other end of the deck.

Almost as if he were forging into battle like William Wallace.

Or perhaps trotting onto the 50 yard line at the super bowl.

And he said...

and I quote...

“Let's get this over with.”

I agree new husband.

Let’s get this over with.

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