I have all kinds of little piggy things in my home...small statues, a modified door stop (pictured at left), and piggy notebook paper. At one time I had some really cute piggy slippers. I LOVED my piggy slippers. I would wear them everywhere. I wore them into the discount store I worked at and all of my fellow employees commented on how cute they were (and how strange I was.) I wore holes in those poor things! I even wore them on several important occasions...the first of which will be covered in this episode of Dawnyel's Memories.
My husband and I were dating and he was in town for a visit. He was only supposed to stay for one day and then go home that night, but my mom convinced him to stay and go home the next day and being madly in love with me and wanting to spend as much time with me as possible he agreed.
At the end of the day I had to take my sister's friend home. As we were leaving my parents' neighborhood, Steve leaned over and asked if we could make a detour. I knew what he was talking about. I live in an area where there is a temple close by, and I knew he wanted to stop there while we were out and about. I thought I was just doing some quick driving, so I was wearing my piggy slippers. After we got to the temple parking lot, I found a spot and heard a romantic song come on the radio right before I turned the car off. The whole way to the temple I was thinking in the back of my mind that he was going to propose to me, but I kept telling myself that it wasn't true....I was wearing my piggy slippers....he wouldn't propose while I was wearing those mangy things! No...he couldn't...he wouldn't....would he?