« Bush Says "Bite Me!" | Main | Nothing Like a Good Bedtime Story »
December 19, 2005
WARNING: SAP ALERT
On this day in 1987 I had my first date with my bride.
Sigh.
Posted by Mr. Bingley at December 19, 2005 02:54 PM
Comments
How sweet that you remember. I don't remember our first date, but I do remember the day he proposed, only because we married nine months later to the day.
Posted by: Lisa at December 19, 2005 03:12 PM
"Sap alert"
You had to hit her with a sap to get her to date you? Jeez...
Posted by: Ken Summers at December 19, 2005 03:25 PM
You're such a wuss for remembering that.
Posted by: Cullen at December 19, 2005 03:51 PM
I know, I know, but I remember every detail.
I'm a sap.
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at December 19, 2005 03:52 PM
Naw, man. It's cool. I wish I could remember yesterday.
Posted by: Cullen at December 19, 2005 04:11 PM
I remember the last time WunderWife and I had our "first" date. August 22, 1992. 4 weeks before I left for college.
See she dumped me two other times. Once in 8th grade...I know...does not count and once the summer before my senior year in high school.
I had to grow up a bit.
That is pretty cool Bingley. Pretty cool.
Posted by: WunderKraut at December 19, 2005 04:18 PM
Actually, I was going to be a smart ass and ask:
I had my first date with my bride.
Damn, does your wife know? I bet she will be pissed...
Posted by: WunderKraut at December 19, 2005 04:19 PM
Actually, the question should be "well, when did you hahve your first fig with her, then?"
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at December 19, 2005 04:23 PM
Well, I'm a sap too, so... awwwwwwww.
Posted by: Nightfly at December 19, 2005 05:18 PM
I wish I could have warned her...
Posted by: tree hugging sister at December 20, 2005 11:12 AM
I don't remember the first date with THS but I do remember the day I asked my partner "Who is that loud-mouthed blonde?".
Posted by: major dad at December 20, 2005 11:22 AM
To be completely honest, I remember the first date with my wife also. But I'd be hard pressed to tell you the date ... the month ... hardly the year.
Posted by: Cullen at December 20, 2005 11:35 AM
I can describe every detail.
It's seared, seared in my memory, I tell you.
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at December 20, 2005 12:24 PM
(Yeah, sh*tloads of warm fuzzies from the major dad household. For the record, I am petite and quiet spoken ~ veritable wall flower ~ and the Marine Major is a big fat exaggerator.)
(Oh, you are, like, soooo in trouble.)
Posted by: tree hugging sister at December 20, 2005 12:39 PM
Hey, Major Dad, how them 'nads feeling?
Posted by: Ken Summers at December 20, 2005 02:56 PM
Bing, back me up. And anyone that believes that "quiet spoken" crap from THS I have some property I'd like to discuss with you...
Posted by: major dad at December 20, 2005 03:16 PM
(Keep diggin', big guy...)
Posted by: tree hugging sister at December 20, 2005 03:36 PM
No, no, no....dig UP stupid....
:-)
Posted by: WunderKraut at December 20, 2005 04:06 PM
(Oh, go fry some eggs, Kraut...{8^P)
Posted by: tree hugging sister at December 20, 2005 04:25 PM
Oh, so Mr "Bing-don't-know-shit-from-Shineola-about-music" now comes beggin' for some help, does he?
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at December 20, 2005 04:26 PM
Don't forget you're the 'pencil neck', too.
(Just trying to help, dear.)
Posted by: tree hugging sister at December 20, 2005 04:30 PM