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Sunday I couldn’t wait for Match to get home. I kept wishing that he were there with me when I was out grocery shopping and running errands. I wished we could go to the Halloween store together and pick out a costume. It’s crazy that Halloween is right around the corner. Even harder to believe when Safeway already has its artificial christmas trees and Christmas decorations all over the place. I really wish they’d put that stuff away until at least Thanksgiving. I love me some Christmas, but isn’t it a bit soon?
Anyways, I digress. I think I may have wished a little too hard for Match to be with me, because as soon as I got home from shopping, I had a text from Match saying he hurt his foot and needed a ride home. I called him up, and turns out he rolled his ankle really badly and wasn’t sure if it was broken. When I asked what heroic thing he was doing when it happened, he confessed sheepishly that he was playing basketball with the firefighters for their physical training. D’oh! (more…)
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Hi-I'm Date Girl aka Mrs. Match-I'm a karaoke singing, animal loving, compulsively cleaning, bubbly goofball married to the love of my life. This blog is a diary of my life as a former date girl and how I met and fell madly in love with my husband Match.
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