For Christmas I received an "I LOVE STEVE" shirt...pink, no less. I figured Valentine's Day was probably the only time I'd wear it outside the house. So, naturally I wore it yesterday. In Psych another student asked if Steve was my husband...yes...why would I wear a shirt proclaiming my love for someone other than my mom, dad, or husband? I suppose "Steve" could have been my dog or something. Anyway, last night we picked Steve's dad up at the airport and then proceeded to dinner at La Carreta. As it would happen both (read: the only two) waiters in the restaurant happened to be named "Steve". Oh, the humiliation!
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