I met my husband at the Mitchum Pub the day I buried a good friend of mine. I was so sad and down. By the end of the night I knew that I had met the man for me. This was a Friday and I moved into his house the following Wednesday. That was 34 years ago and he still picks me up when I’m feeling...
I want to win this, as ours is so bad, but looking at some comments, I think people need it more than us. Good luck to everyone who entered. You deserve it.
