Tomato, Tom-ah-toe

Every now and then, perhaps only once in your life time...I'm not getting my hopes up...you go on a date that is fun, chill, and you feel like you can be yourself. Dates can be awkward. Dates can be painful. If you've read our earlier posts, you know we're living proof of that.
Years ago, I think I was in high school (yes, that was years ago) I wrote on my "bucketlist" that some day I was going to go to a dance with a live jazz band, playing Frank Sinatra-esque classics, at the top of a ritzy skyscraper. A girl can dream, right? We all know that Rexburg is not home to ritzy or a skyscraper. However, once a year they do have a live jazz band dance. And, once a year, I tend to get asked out. And this year, I went! It was  fun! So what was so blog-worthy about this date? I'll tell you my friends. I'll tell you. Amidst the sparkling cider in plastic cups, the knowing eye-brow raises from the town founders, and the heart-palpitations threatening a CPR session, I was introduced to the good folks of Sugar City.

AND.....

I got called Ass-tree. 

ASS-TREE.

BY HIS MOM.

.........Austrie, Ass-tree, tomato, tom-ah-toe...

His mom? you may ask. He's from these parts- it was a community thing- his family was there. He obviously talks about me profanely when I'm not around. I kid...I kid...I kid......? No matter. At our wedding, his mother better have one oustanding wedding gift. Anyways, I've got to go. I'm in the middle of blending our photos together to see what our future children will look like.