November 4, 2014

3T: Keep a journal

Sunday night we were having a family dinner with my nephew David and his fiancée when the question of how Lane and I met came up.

You know what that means. I said it was Lane’s turn to tell the story.

When he got to the part about our first date’s activities, I countered. He said we went roller skating. I said nope. It was Aladdin.

Husbands should think twice before questioning their wife’s memory, if only for humor’s sake. I said I was looking it up.

I dug out the old baby wipe (LOL) container that houses my 1993 Franklin planner…

…and found the evidence.

This is the day I met Lane. Here is what I wrote about it: “Guess who I met in the computer lab? Lane Livingston….My last memory of him is when Craig stuffed him & his brother into the back of a car. He said he used to always steal Craig’s moped. He’s too big to stuff in a trunk now. As a [returned missionary] from Finland, he’s 6 ft. plus, I’d say, and good looking! He was so nice to help me out–I was kind of hoping he’d ask for my #?! He said I could call him if ever I needed help….”

We went out Friday, January 22. I wrote on that day: ” I went out with Lane Livingston tonight: We went to the “Training Table” for hamburgers & then to see Aladdin, home for hot chocolate with cinnamon in it!”

(You owe me a date, hon.)