It used to be, that when a Friday the 13th rolled around, the first thing my little 80s brain would envision was poor Jason Vorhees at Camp Crystal Lake...ch ch ch ch hah hah hah hah... Then, I would check under my bed for the Poltergeist Clown, lock my doors and windows and move on with my day. Also, I could continue to move slowly, because those mass murderers all chased you by walking. Seriously people...RUN! And really... that freaky clown still haunts me. One of the worst movie moments to NEVER LEAVE YOU! Super crappy Mr. Spielberg, Thanks.
Friday the 13th has a different meaning to me now, as it's the day that Andy & I were engaged. I came across this funny little photo collage this AM on my computer. This was the weekend we decided that this whole marriage, kids, craziness would be a good idea. You may be wondering about the snowboarding pics in July. We were engaged on February 13th, and mostly because Andy WOULD NEVER have popped the question on Valentine's Day. That's not his style...but Friday the 13th is.
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