how-we-met stories

I have always had a facination with how-we-met stories. Maybe it's my inner, deeply suppressed girly-girl rearing her ugly head. Hate her. Maybe it's because I don't have any really romantic story of my own to tell. Anyway, whenever I meet a new couple, who are seemingly happy, I always ask (usually the female, since I want the real story, not the Readers Digest version) them how they met. My point? In my online wanderings I have come across a blog that has a story of a meeting to end all stories. I am totally wrapped up in this series, totally hooked on the love story of perfect strangers, weird, right? So pop up some corn and click on over to www.thepioneerwoman.com Look in the archives for the "How I met the Marlboro Man" posts and the continuing story posts entitled "From Black Heels to Tractor Wheels" for the continuing saga...yum!