I spent the majority of last night working on a few projects for friends and family, and all of a sudden it was midnight, then three a.m., then an enormous storm at 4 when I thought the house was going to blow away. I may be exhausted and out of it this morning, but now Jamey will be home in less than 48 hours. Always fun to look at the scenario that way.
Part of the reason I was awake so long before going to bed last night was because I started reading through some of the old emails Jamey and I exchanged early on.
See all those "Continuing"? Yeah, there are hundreds - if not thousands - of that thread.
Well, since I’ve been deemed the sentimental one around here (as in, I’m not discussing dying birds), I thought I’d share with you a little snippet of the early days of Jamey’s and my courtship.
What’s funny is that exactly one year ago yesterday, Jamey sent me a link to a video with which I am very familiar. It is the subject of a great historical event that I like to describe as one of the most tragic: for in one single moment, a great historical figure was lost – a Founding Father, mind you.
Yes, I am talking about none other than the duel between Mssrs. Hamilton and Burr.
When I met Jamey, this somehow became part of our early conversation. After all, what else are you supposed to say to a history major?
I leave you with the episode of Drunk History Vol. 1 (rated PG-13 by myself, so you are forewarned if you’ve never seen this hilarity).
I suppose you could say that with this video, the wooing began.