Yeah, it’s been five years since I met my mighty, mighty good man David.
I had no idea when I walked into Broken Record to meet a guy that my friend set me up with that I was walking into my last first date. I had no idea that seven months later we would be living together. I had no idea that nine months later he would hold my hand while a doctor explained to us what kind of breast cancer I had. I had no idea that 10 months later he would kiss me on the forehead and say, “Have fun storming the castle” as the doctors wheeled me into my mastectomy. I had no idea that 11 months later we would be engaged. I had no idea that 18 months later we would get hitched. I had no idea that 25 months later he would knock me up. And I certainly had no idea that 34 months later we would have a spawn.
And now, 60 months later, my life is so much better than it was. Thank you, David, for agreeing to be set up and going on that date.