... and that's how i met your grandmother.

the following is a blog entry for my future grandchildren.

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it was really serendipity that brought your grandmother and i together.

you see, after our religious convention, i went out to eat with your greatgrandma and grandpa and your aunt mel and her kids.

i had just eaten at this very same restaurant not one month prior.

we ordered our drinks and i decided to use the restroom.

of course, having eaten there recently, i knew exactly where the restrooms were and i entered into the door to the left.

as i entered the bathroom, something seemed amiss, but my mind was on ten different things and i really had to go pee.

my tingling spider-sense was overruled by a different and more alarming tingling sensation south of the border.

the urge to go was so strong that i didn't even close the stall door.

"why should i close the stall?" i thought to myself, "it's just a men's room."

mid-stream i discovered with a shock that it was not when i heard a young lady behind me yelp as she entered the room.

"oh! am i in the wrong room?!?!?" she cried.

"i don't know!" i replied frightedly over my shoulder, "am i?"

now most guys will tell you that it's very difficult to stop going once you turn on the water works.

in this case the shock and embarassment immediately activated the emergency shut-off valve and i hurriedly closed up shop and washed my hands.

exiting the ladies' room, i covered my eyes and muttered "i'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorry" as i passed the young woman who was now waiting outside.

i returned to my table quite red in the face, but not as embarassed as i was a few moments later when the very same young woman sat down at the table right next to ours, looking equally flushed.

she sat down and whispered something to her friends.

trying to make the best of things, i pushed my chair out and turned around.

as i got a better view of the girl, i saw that she was actually quite attractive and was a delegate from the very convention that we had just left.

holding out my hand i said, "hi, my name's noah. i'm so sorry. what's your name?"

she introduced herself and apologized as well.

"y'know," i pondered out loud, "i thought it was strange that the restroom didn't have any urinals."

and your grandmother laughed.

it was at that moment that i realized that our souls were going to be bonded forever.

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and a brief message to don pablo's...

PAINT SOME FRICKIN' ICONS ON YOUR RESTROOM DOORS!!!

I SEE SO MUCH TYPE EVERY DAY THAT I'VE STOPPED READING EVERYTHING THAT IS PUT IN FRONT OF ME!!!

RETARDS LIKE ME NEED PICTURES!!!!