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	<title>Comments on: Dear Husband: 3,680,640 minutes ago</title>
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		<title>By: MMIL</title>
		<link>http://www.thehuckablog.com/2008/07/30/dear-husband-3680640-minutes-ago/comment-page-1/#comment-839</link>
		<dc:creator>MMIL</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2008 22:55:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You two did not have a chance...of course it was going to be more than a first date or a summer fling.  You see, I had banked years and years of prayers on this fated meeting (not &quot;chance&quot; at all).  So, &quot;Thank God for ANSWERED prayers.&quot; (sorry, Garth).</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You two did not have a chance&#8230;of course it was going to be more than a first date or a summer fling.  You see, I had banked years and years of prayers on this fated meeting (not &#8220;chance&#8221; at all).  So, &#8220;Thank God for ANSWERED prayers.&#8221; (sorry, Garth).</p>
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		<title>By: ShoeShe</title>
		<link>http://www.thehuckablog.com/2008/07/30/dear-husband-3680640-minutes-ago/comment-page-1/#comment-837</link>
		<dc:creator>ShoeShe</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2008 15:12:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Awwww...you guys are both so sweet...precious...meant for each other.

And The Husband...in your defense, I&#039;m quite convinced that those shoes were some form of loafer or deck shoe, but you know how Hey You is...I mean she thinks you wear panties.  

And Hey You...they may very well have been house shoes.  Actually at that time, there were lots of frat guys who wore house shoes with their preppy clothes...so maybe The Husband was on the cutting edge of style and you didn&#039;t realize.

I&#039;m just so glad that you guys are so happy.  That makes me happy.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Awwww&#8230;you guys are both so sweet&#8230;precious&#8230;meant for each other.</p>
<p>And The Husband&#8230;in your defense, I&#8217;m quite convinced that those shoes were some form of loafer or deck shoe, but you know how Hey You is&#8230;I mean she thinks you wear panties.  </p>
<p>And Hey You&#8230;they may very well have been house shoes.  Actually at that time, there were lots of frat guys who wore house shoes with their preppy clothes&#8230;so maybe The Husband was on the cutting edge of style and you didn&#8217;t realize.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m just so glad that you guys are so happy.  That makes me happy.</p>
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		<title>By: TheHusband</title>
		<link>http://www.thehuckablog.com/2008/07/30/dear-husband-3680640-minutes-ago/comment-page-1/#comment-834</link>
		<dc:creator>TheHusband</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2008 03:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It really is hard to believe it&#039;s been 3838A9 (or 1110000011100010101001) minutes since our first encounter with one another.

I remember when you walked in the door at Joe&#039;s apartment..I thought to myself, &quot;There&#039;s no way there will be a second date&quot;  I thought that you would think I was a bum and I wouldn&#039;t have a chance.  But you decided to give me a second..third..fourth..and many more chances to get to know the person I was behind the bad hair cut (I knew I needed a haircut, but was too shy to go to a new place to get one, and my old barber was 1.5 hours away) and house shoes (I STILL claim they were deck shoes, NOT house shoes but whatever).

I remember thinking after the &quot;seizure&quot; during Planet of the Apes, &quot;Oh great, you IDIOT!! now she&#039;s going to think you&#039;re either crazy or incredibly mean&quot; but instead you showed concern about me and asked if I was ok.  No one I had ever dated before had done something like that.  I knew then that if you said yes, I would go on a second date.

Oh, lest I forget...the restaurant.  I was SO nervous that I couldn&#039;t even think of ordering anything.  I was worried that I might do something to embarrass myself and I also didn&#039;t have any mints to hide my breath if I had eaten anything.  So, I ordered nothing, without realizing that some might take this as a signal that the date was not starting out well.  I have since conquered this nervousness and order something every time we go out (yay me).

I am just so glad that you (unbeknown to you) weren&#039;t really looking for a &quot;summer fling&quot;.  I think that every person on this planet has a person that God meant for them to be with, some spend a lifetime looking for that person.  I am blessed to have found you as early in life as I did, and am forever grateful.

I Love You, Eternally Yours

TheHusband</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It really is hard to believe it&#8217;s been 3838A9 (or 1110000011100010101001) minutes since our first encounter with one another.</p>
<p>I remember when you walked in the door at Joe&#8217;s apartment..I thought to myself, &#8220;There&#8217;s no way there will be a second date&#8221;  I thought that you would think I was a bum and I wouldn&#8217;t have a chance.  But you decided to give me a second..third..fourth..and many more chances to get to know the person I was behind the bad hair cut (I knew I needed a haircut, but was too shy to go to a new place to get one, and my old barber was 1.5 hours away) and house shoes (I STILL claim they were deck shoes, NOT house shoes but whatever).</p>
<p>I remember thinking after the &#8220;seizure&#8221; during Planet of the Apes, &#8220;Oh great, you IDIOT!! now she&#8217;s going to think you&#8217;re either crazy or incredibly mean&#8221; but instead you showed concern about me and asked if I was ok.  No one I had ever dated before had done something like that.  I knew then that if you said yes, I would go on a second date.</p>
<p>Oh, lest I forget&#8230;the restaurant.  I was SO nervous that I couldn&#8217;t even think of ordering anything.  I was worried that I might do something to embarrass myself and I also didn&#8217;t have any mints to hide my breath if I had eaten anything.  So, I ordered nothing, without realizing that some might take this as a signal that the date was not starting out well.  I have since conquered this nervousness and order something every time we go out (yay me).</p>
<p>I am just so glad that you (unbeknown to you) weren&#8217;t really looking for a &#8220;summer fling&#8221;.  I think that every person on this planet has a person that God meant for them to be with, some spend a lifetime looking for that person.  I am blessed to have found you as early in life as I did, and am forever grateful.</p>
<p>I Love You, Eternally Yours</p>
<p>TheHusband</p>
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		<title>By: cat</title>
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		<dc:creator>cat</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 16:03:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I just remember the phone calls.  At first they were all well, I think he is cute but you should see the way he dresses, this is not going to last long, then to well he is a good kisser and really nice, then to he is the greatest sweetest guy ever and I&#039;m totally in love.  He is a really sweet , great guy (sorry I have the best guy ever) I am so glad you found each other!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I just remember the phone calls.  At first they were all well, I think he is cute but you should see the way he dresses, this is not going to last long, then to well he is a good kisser and really nice, then to he is the greatest sweetest guy ever and I&#8217;m totally in love.  He is a really sweet , great guy (sorry I have the best guy ever) I am so glad you found each other!</p>
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		<title>By: grammy</title>
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		<dc:creator>grammy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 14:19:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>approximately 4,730,400.  

Ang, thanks to you and Joe for orchestrating this introduction.  We all love The Husband!  And, they complement each other so well.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>approximately 4,730,400.  </p>
<p>Ang, thanks to you and Joe for orchestrating this introduction.  We all love The Husband!  And, they complement each other so well.</p>
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		<title>By: Ang</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ang</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 14:11:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>ShoeShe, Mr. Right is out there. Not everyone is as lucky as Hey You and me to have found our Mr. Rights at such a young age. God will send him to you when you are both ready.

OMG, I had almost forgotten about the movie &quot;seizure&quot;. I honestly laughed out loud when I read that because then I remembered how it had looked to see The Husband suddenly jerk his chair backward. LOL!! I&#039;m still giggling. 

Tomorrow it will be 9 years since Joe and I officially started dating. I wonder how many minutes that is...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>ShoeShe, Mr. Right is out there. Not everyone is as lucky as Hey You and me to have found our Mr. Rights at such a young age. God will send him to you when you are both ready.</p>
<p>OMG, I had almost forgotten about the movie &#8220;seizure&#8221;. I honestly laughed out loud when I read that because then I remembered how it had looked to see The Husband suddenly jerk his chair backward. LOL!! I&#8217;m still giggling. </p>
<p>Tomorrow it will be 9 years since Joe and I officially started dating. I wonder how many minutes that is&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: ShoeShe</title>
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		<dc:creator>ShoeShe</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 04:30:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m so happy for the two of you...make that the four...um wait...make that the five of you.  (Ang, Joe, The Husband, The Son, Hey You...I think that&#039;s 5).  

Now...Hey You.  I think you owe the world a favor.  Since you were set up with your future husband as a blind date, you should totally pay it forward.  There&#039;s a ShoeShe in podunksville waiting on Mr. Right who could have been happy with Mr. Right Now.  So, here I sit waiting on a computer geek of my very own...or anyone straight who you trust/know/like/would allow me to date.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m so happy for the two of you&#8230;make that the four&#8230;um wait&#8230;make that the five of you.  (Ang, Joe, The Husband, The Son, Hey You&#8230;I think that&#8217;s 5).  </p>
<p>Now&#8230;Hey You.  I think you owe the world a favor.  Since you were set up with your future husband as a blind date, you should totally pay it forward.  There&#8217;s a ShoeShe in podunksville waiting on Mr. Right who could have been happy with Mr. Right Now.  So, here I sit waiting on a computer geek of my very own&#8230;or anyone straight who you trust/know/like/would allow me to date.</p>
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