Thursday, October 22, 2009

Cursed.

Three and a half years ago, I met the love of my life...he is my BFF and he looks dam good without a shirt on, so I married him. It was pretty much that simple. That's the key to a good marriage kids, find a hot one and make him buy you jewelry. Done and done.

However, someone upstairs must be having a hay day because everyplace that has been important to our relationship is gone.

We met at Little Woodrows on West Alabama. Demolished.

We fell in love while I lived in this crappy white house with Natalie. Un-liveable and for sale (foreclosure!).

We got engaged at Brennan's. Burned down.

We got married at the Majestic Metro. Burned. (still standing, but burned).

And today on our run, we discovered that the first house we lived in together was demolished.

I wouldn't be friends with us if I were you.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

whoa. That sucks. ~natalie
Your wedding place is gone??

Marchand Family said...

Wow! That is WILD! At least it's places you've been (not places you are). To me, that says the past is gone...look forward to your tomorrows! I just threw up a little bit in my mouth...

Love and Puppies, Christy said...

Our wedding place is still around...but 3 weeks after our wedding, the balcony caught fire. They were able to repair it, but it definitely got the Curse of Us. It's only a matter of time until the roof caves in or something.

Tommy said...

This is what happens when two bad luck people get together...I DID warn you!

Burney the burgular would be in for a big surprise if he came back...I wonder if he is the arsonist?

Love and Puppies, Christy said...

Ooooh, I bet Burney IS the arsonist!! Genius!