WordKnot

This is a fun story that I am surprised to realize I haven’t told often.  To set it up, let me just say:  I started dating my wife at 15, was ready to marry her at 18…  The reason that I mention this is, to be honest, to brag.  Bragging about the relationship that I have with my wife as you will see when you read what happened.

I was 18 years old when I moved out of my house and into Renee’s (with her parents).  I just couldn’t live under the same roof with my mother anymore.  I love my mom to death, but we butt heads like no one you’ve ever met.  We do better at a distance…

Anyways, about six months after I left home, my parents took me to Arizona with them to visit a friend of theirs and to do some sight seeing.  We were going for just over a week.  By the middle of our vacation, my mom and I were beginning to get on eachothers nerves a bit.  We were in Sedona (the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen in my life) and I was getting sick of them going to bed at around nine o’clock and me lying in bed bored out of my mind.  So, I went looking.  It was at the “Red Dirt Shirt Shop” that I found what I was looking for.  I struck up a conversation with the pretty girl behind the counter.  After some polite chit chat I presented my case as follows.
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