My husband and I started our married life in the quaint and historic town of Saratoga Springs, New York. We had a teeny, tiny apartment on the top floor of a converted victorian mansion only blocks away from the famous horse racing track. I remember cleaning out the fridge on our last day there and placing the boxed, top layer of our frozen wedding cake on the outside window sill so it would stay cold while I defrosted the little freezer. Tradition has it that you’re to eat this part of the cake on your first anniversary for good luck.
Needless to say, I forgot it was out on the ledge and we drove away without it.
We have relocated 8 times since then and are on the verge of another major move. My postings may be a little inconsistent for the next week as I bumble my way through the process. I need to stay focused on what I’m doing so I don’t leave anything important behind…again.
Just as an aside, we’re about to celebrate our 32nd Anniversary- so we seem to have survived OK without the cake. 😉