I’ve done some dumb things.
I once tried to walk around Beavertail State Park, thinking it was only about a mile. (It’s more like 12.)
When I couldn’t decide where I wanted to go to college, I threw a dart at a map of the U.S. and ended up in the backwoods of Utah.
I leased a Mitsubishi Eclipse when I was 23, and the debt from that car has carried over into every auto purchase I’ve made since.
Not technically mine, but it looked just like this.
I pierced my tongue back in ’94, when doing so was freakish and completely unheard of.
[[No, there are no pictures of this.]]
I used to climb around up here with no safety harness…after drinking a few dark n’ stormys.
[[*That picture was taken from here, looking down]]
I used to occasionally dress up in ridiculous suits and go out to clubs to dance to 80’s music.
This is not a good look.
And I once rode a sled off of a 30′ cliff, dressed as a chupacabra, to the bemused amusement of over a hundred-thousand onlookers.
Yes, I often do things that simply lack rational explanation.
But on this day, seven years ago? An otherwise not-so-bright guy made the smartest decision of his life.
I married the most wonderful woman in the world.
Since then we’ve had our share of challenges, like any couple does. But looking at the whole of the past 7 years, our lives have been very, very good. Besides, it’s not about how great we are when things are perfect. It’s about how perfect she is when things aren’t great.
I love you, sweetie. Thank you for marrying me.