So in an effort to be a lady... and remember that I am a mom of two... and married...I was going to write about my first kiss with Matt. But then he told me about HIS first kiss and well. That's just a much better story than our first kiss.
My husband went to Mennonite school. After that sinks in: he went to Hinkletown Mennonite. I wish I was making that name up. But sadly, I am not. You could Google what it is to be a Mennonite. But in short, they are a Protestant religion that focuses a lot on peace. I think? Some of them around here wear coverings similar to the Amish. Some dress plainly, etc. Now my husband is not Mennonite. He just went to the school. To be absolutely clear. Not. Mennonite.
//my husband in 8th grade. we all think. in a compromising, clearly not Mennonite position.\\
Our first kiss was in the Fall of 2004. In my parent's basement. While watching Scarface. We are ever the romantics. See? I told you his was far more interesting.
I lived in PA, I know exactly what you're talking about. The bull cut hair cuts, the accent... I know the Menonoites well. I especially like their door to door fruits and veggies selling.
ReplyDeleteBack on track, I'm still glad you joined in, your husbands story is funny, and yours is so romantic.. a basement.
Haha! I never heard of this story before! First kiss from a Mennonite ;)
ReplyDeleteAhhh nothing like a little Scarface to set the mood ;)
ReplyDeleteI might have to Google Menonoites...I'm not familiar.
Thanks for joining!