"The Dustpan Story" & A Poll

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If you read this, you have to vote.

Sweater: Gap

Once upon a time, in the tiny town of Rexburg, a girl met a boy.

In other words- I met McKay, in Rexburg, Idaho. 

McKay is an Idaho boy- raised in Boise. And 'Idaho boy' is a boy who is used to lots of snow and farmland and winters that are from you know where. Keep that in mind while reading.

Also, keep in mind that McKay told me I probably should post this story because no one will agree with me...

k, continued...

Anyways... We met. We flirted. McKay invited me over for the first time. He was older. He had cool friends. They were watching the Cavalier/Jazz game. I got the Cavaliers mixed up with the Celtics. I was not seeming super smart. McKay was sitting by me. I saw something familiar on the TV shelf. It reminded me of something my mom had sent me in a package. I thought it was a dustpan and broom. I told McKay that I also had one of those. My mom sent it to me. 

It was a snow scraper.

McKay and his roommates started laaaaaaaaaaaaughinggggg. They laughed about it all the way to the store to get the ingredients to make Muddy Buddies and all the way home. In the car, I was of course saying, Oh my gosh, guys it really does look like a dustpan! By in my mind, of course thinking: These boys are so dumb. helloo. Not everyone grows up with mounds of snow.

But seriously (non-Idaho/other freezing states people), 

what does this thing look like:

but picture the scraper more like this:

(because that's what mine was like )

A. It looks like a brush and dustpan- Team Ali

B. It looks like a snow scraper- Team boys

C. It looks like a snow scraper, but I want to be on Ali's team- Team Ali

P.S. I guess sometimes the "ditz" thing works...???

We're married!