

My best friend finally got married! We met several years ago in Florida selling pest control. Since then we have spent every summer selling together. The rest of the year we spent latin dancing every weekend and wasting our hard earned pest control money in shopping malls. Last year, I finally convinced her to give up year round pest control and go back to college. I convinced her that it was the only way she would find a guy and be able to get married. Well, she found a guy...my guy. Peter happened to be in one of her classes, she gave him my number and the rest is history. Since that time, I have been feeling guilty that I am happily married with the man she found, and have been trying unsuccessfully to return the favor. Well, she found this one all on her own, and they are perfect for each other. It was a beautiful wedding and I'm very happy for her.