The Unsinkable Mr. Johnson provides, at long long last, photographic evidence that his wife, Krista, is in fact subject to the March of Time. Of course, it's in the form of a bit of abdominal distension that should fade after a period of forty weeks has passed, as opposed to something more prosaic like gray hair or something similar. But I'll take what I can get, because it just creeps me out that she looks the same as she did when I first met her fifteen years ago.
(A testament to the percussion folk at our college is that this conversation actually took place in the first days of my freshman year:
ME: Dude, who's the hot drummer over there?
TRUMPET PLAYER NEXT TO ME: The blond?
ME: No, the other one.
TRUMPET PLAYER: The redhead?
ME: No, the other one. The brunette.
TRUMPET PLAYER: I dunno. But I think she prefers trombone players.
Actually, that last bit wasn't said. But that's the way it turned out. Huzzah for Aaron and Krista!)
The personal blog of author Kelly Sedinger, chronicling the adventures of one overalls-clad wanderer.
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