12 Whole Years Ago....

...I got hitched to my best buddy.

Lots has changed since then, but one thing for sure hasn't changed.  He's still my best buddy.  He's still the crazy guy I want to spend time with and share things with (as long as that thing isn't a York Peppermint Patty or something...then I'm REALLY SELFISH!!!  =O).  He's still the one I want to be by and the one I want to hold hands with.  He's still the one who's stories I want to hear.  He's still the one who makes me laugh.  He's still the one who's voice I can hear above a crowd.  He's still the one I can tell what he's thinking often without him telling me.  He's still the one who I prefer to do things with.  He's still the one.  I love you, David Karl!!!  Thanks for putting up with me all these years!  Be my hand holding buddy for another 12 years? 

Things I never said before moving to the desert....

Today, I gave Lynnie a little pat and was greeted with a poof of dirt.  She informed me that they had played "dust storm", which I can only assume means coating-your-siblings-very-thoroughly-with-dirt.  So, I had to inform the kids that "dust storm" is probably not a good game to play.  No WONDER I can't seem to get the dirt out of this house!  It blows in through the windows and doors and then the kids carry it in all over their bodies.  I miss clean floors!!!