April 15. Full of tax forms, protests, free food, and, for us, a series of unfortunate events.
First, we drove up with C to meet my parents in Salt Lake and try to fanagle some Wicked tickets through their daily lottery. Fortunately, they were giving out twice as many tickets for that night. Unfortunately, we didn't know you had to crumble up your card or fold it into a paper airplace for them to draw it, and we left empty-handed.
And that was just the beginning.
On the way home, Ryan's car overheated on the freeway.
When we got back on the road, it started snowing. In April.
When we dropped by to visit a friend on the way home, Ryan's ring (of the wedding variety) slipped off his finger while drying his hands and mysteriously vanished. We spent an hour searching. And it's not that big of a bathroom.
When we left (at 1AM), still empty fingered, there was nearly a foot of snow. Everywhere.
On the plus side, we spent the evening with these guys, this girl, and these little ones, we ate dinner here, Simon Cowell saved him, we discovered this at the gas station we were temporarily stranded at, the snow was pristine and peaceful, and, though the ring is temporarily missing, we're still married, and happily so. [Plus, if it is tucked away in the tiny crevice under the bathroom sink (like we think it is), the boys have a great excuse to break out the drills and saws.]
Now that's not so bad, is it?