I was looking through my pictures and came across these. For the past few years, all of our friends have thought my husband had killed me and stuffed my body in a closet. I normally miss out on the fun times because I'm either working at the fire department or out of town. So, here I am enjoying the annual party at Doug and Laura's house, conveniently located on the parade route.
Here are two of my husband's closest friends. On the left is "The Godfather" and on the right is "Uncle Fletch". Back in the day, before kids, we used to hang out so much more.
I have no idea who this guy is, but he sure looks like he's having some fun.
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