I also remember finding out on our honeymoon that the reason so many people were honking at us in our decked out car was because someone wrote "Honk if you're straight" on the back of it. Surprisingly? There are a lot of straight people out on the road.
After less than a week of dating Jesse I called my sister up and told her I was going to marry this guy that I hadn't even said I love you to yet, and her... well. Thinking I was insane.
Jesse and I met when I was 18 through a mutual friend at church. If you would have told us we would get married I would have laughed in your face and I'm pretty sure Jesse would have disappeared. So, we knew who each other were, and after time both of us attended different churches and over a year passed without us seeing each other.
Three and a half months before our wedding, Jesse was playing with his friends in a band at a coffee shop, and my friend Jenna and I decided to meet up there. As stated, it had been over a year since I had seen Jesse and he nearly accosted me when I got there and wanted to hang out with me so bad. I didn't really understand since I figured he thought I was obnoxious (which was true, but who could stay away from this?) (apparently a lot of people). It would be another week or so of hanging out amongst friends before Jesse tricked me into getting "ice cream for everyone" which meant "let's get ice cream and then park the car for two hours and talk". And, indeed, that is where we had The Talk.
The Talk was stopped abruptly when a policeman came up to the window and asked how we were doing. He said that two girls had gotten off their shift at Subway something like 45 minutes prior but saw Jesse's creepy truck with the camper on it across the parking lot and were afraid to leave so they called the cops. Katie and Jesse, harassing Subway employees since 2007.
And what splendid harassment it has been. I have never doubted for a moment our decision to get married. Wait. There was that time I found chunky (and decidedly NOT creamy) peanut butter in the pantry. Turned out I was the one who accidentally bought it, and I was resolute once again that Jesse and I were a perfect match.
So, toots, thanks for killing spiders for me and telling me I'm pretty and that you're sure no one noticed the booger hanging out of my nose the entire time I was out. Here's to another four years of going "No, YOU'RE cuter!" and making my parents gag.