If you are visiting here after my post from Chasing Silhouettes, welcome. I am so glad you are here.
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Recently, I was getting ready to attend a Friday night wedding
several hours' drive away. I chose an outfit, combed my hair, and
laughed about the incongruity of applying evening make up at 1:30 in the
afternoon. (Men, you'll just have to take our word on this.) Realizing
my necklace looked tarnished, I remembered a home tip I had heard of
applying toothpaste to tarnished metal for a fast shine.
Minutes
later, with goopy blue Colgate gel congealing into the crevices of my
necklace, I realized with horror that the home remedy probably meant
white tooth paste. Laughing at myself, I submerged the necklace into the
sink and tried to wash away the blue. "Look for me at the wedding," I
chuckled to myself. "I'll be the one with smoldering brown eyes and a
neck that smells of toothpaste!"
Later
that night, smelling minty fresh, I watched from a pew as the bride and
groom stood before us all and made promises. Their eyes stared deeply
into each other's eyes, obviously having faded away from all other
sounds and sights, save the words and the promise and the looks that
asked, "Really? Just me? You mean this?"
