I have shared this story before on my blog, I think. Anyway, when the family traveled back to my hometown in Pennsylvania back in 2006, i took these photos. Now I've officially scrapbooked the story. I wonder if the bride and groom are still married, and if they still wonder who the culprits were?
When I was in fourth grade (I was about 9), I was in this kind of weird program. It was probably fairly new for the school. Anyway, we had to write an essay or paper or something and I remember, clear as day, that I had used both the word "subtle" and the word "suttle." Yes, I realize now there is no such word as "suttle." The lady administering the program asked me about it and I basically explained that I meant the other "suttle" when I used it, not the main "subtle." I guess...wait for it...I thought there was a suttle difference between the two.
Did I mention I was a strange child? A strange child who spent a lot of time with her books.