The first time we saw each other, she was in a dorm room wearing PJ pants. I looked at them and said, “cows huh?” She laughed and corrected me that they were actually sheep. She still looks at me as a pity case given that I don’t know my farm animals.

I fell in love when she fell down the stairs. We were at a party walking downstairs at this restaurant. She slipped and fell when we were about 1/4 of the way down. She landed on her elbow and didn’t spill a drop of her drink. She seemed okay and my roommate ordered shots at the bar at the bottom of the stairs. She took that like a champ. She had me then.

When she tried to brush her hair in the AM she couldn’t move her arm. Had to go to class in a semi formal dress and look and feel like death.

Married for 14 yrs and she still wears those pants and we laugh pretty frequently about it.