Our Day

Today Kevlar7r and I celebrate our first, seven year anniversary. If I sit and be quiet for a minute I can almost smell the motorcylce oil that tickled my nose the first night I stayed over at his college apartment. His apartment was your typical college, motor-head's apartment. No garage so where do you work on things? Oh right! The kitchen table of course. Rather than inspiring you to bake a pie, the counter tops near the sink enduced a desire to adjust the air pressure in your bike's fork tubes. It was messy. It smelled like a garage and it was my favorite place.

So, in memory of our first weekend together, I have decided to jot down a few blips, visions and reminders that will forever bind the 25th day of August to my favorite indoor garage:

Smoking inside-so dirty and so right

Mattress slide

Motorcycle tipping-Bitch!

Kevin's Famous Pasta Salad-Write me for the recipe or don't.

Jenna Jameson

"This is my V.I.P. parking spot."-and the tow yard that your truck was consequently relocated to.

My tie-dyed shirt crumpled up on the floor.

Reese's Peanut Butter Ice Cream-The first thing you ever bought me!

$187.00-my "bride-price"

Kevin,

Thank you a million times over for loving me and being crazy just llike me!