Lisa's wedding is in three weeks...so is Dan Austin's. After weeks of careful consideration, I figured out the perfect wedding gift for him. (Note that I said for him, not for them.) I wanted to wrap up the vows from our wedding, and print off a copy of the poem we wrote together the night he came to Eau Claire and ended up sleeping on my futon because Eric Miller was breaking up with (and then getting back together with) Alley all goddamn night. Top that off with the letters we wrote back and forth a few years ago and, voila - a cheap, but very sentimental and perfect, wedding gift.

Well...I was able to find the letters quite easily. They were in the box where I put all the letters I receive. The poem, amazingly, had not been deleted from my computer. But the vows? They're not in my hatbox. That's the only place in the world I would have put them. So...they're lost. I've lost the wedding vows from my artistic union to Daniel M. Austin. I can't believe it. I lost the vows from the only wedding I'll ever have.

Hmm. Idea. I bet that I still have the email he sent when he "proposed." Maybe that'll have to do.