I won something today. I haven't won many things in my life and never a contest- much less a contest I didn't know I had entered. So it was a nice surprise. It went like this: while I was standing in my kitchen, getting myself a post-gym snack, the doorbell rang. It was our letter carrier hand delivering our mail because we had a registered letter. (This has nothing to do with the major award, by the way, but BONUS I didn't have to trek down to the mail box today! Really, it's far away- don't roll your eyes at me!) So as I was looking through the mail there was a letter addressed to me, local return address but not one that I recognize. I opened the envelope and inside was a quarter sheet of paper congratulating me on winning the drawing at 24-Hour Fitness. They have drawings? Apparently I entered myself by checking in at the gym on the lucky day. (I was #6. I don't know what that means.) And my award? A $100 gift card to Target! Good thing I ended my ban on Target, huh?
Dylan made me these hearts as an anniversary gift. Sweet, huh? Ten years ago I was newly graduated from college, in love and ready to get married! Well, technically I was freaking out about getting married, which probably made Ken feel super good. Most of you know this story and the rest of you probably don't care, but it's my blog, so ppppthhhht! Ken lived across the street from me during our last year of college (but curiously, we were 24 and 25. Oh, how I love BYU). He and his room mate spent many evenings, and when I say evenings I really mean late at night, in my living room talking to my room mates, Laura and Cheryl (hi guys!). I would emerge from my basement lair, tell them to pipe down and then retreat for my beauty sleep and morning classes. Ken would hang out then go home, watch a movie, go jogging at 3 am and then sleep until noon. Somewhere in there I assume he also studied a bit but maybe not. He probably just showed up and dazzled his professors with his ...
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