Marriage: Year Thirteen November 11, 2009 By Jenny Ryan 4 Comments When you pull four fresh pillowcases out of the linen closet, none of which match each other, or the cases on the pillows whose covers you are changing.
Dana says November 11, 2009 at 6:46 pm So true, girl, so true. LOL Can ya believe it’s been thirteen years?!
Jenny Ryan says November 12, 2009 at 10:15 am No, I really can’t! I still remember being at your and Greg’s wedding, barely being married myself 🙂
Square Peg Guy says November 13, 2009 at 2:47 pm I agree! But I know why — it’s because a few of those pillowcases have been placed on the floor in front of the radiators and made into cat beds. Happy 13th! Ours was in September. Or thereabouts. And I think it was actually our 14th. But who’s counting?
Jenny Ryan says November 15, 2009 at 6:36 pm Oh yeah, we have those kind of cat beds here too 🙂 And Happy Anniversary!
So true, girl, so true. LOL
Can ya believe it’s been thirteen years?!
No, I really can’t! I still remember being at your and Greg’s wedding, barely being married myself 🙂
I agree! But I know why — it’s because a few of those pillowcases have been placed on the floor in front of the radiators and made into cat beds.
Happy 13th! Ours was in September. Or thereabouts. And I think it was actually our 14th. But who’s counting?
Oh yeah, we have those kind of cat beds here too 🙂
And Happy Anniversary!