Look what I found while going through our storage unit: evidence from Dear Wife's time in Japan. They wanted hip Anglo kids to hock wild quilt furniture.
(This is the second use of the word "Anglo" in as many days on this blog. Just saying.)
She claims no music was running through headphones. I bet she was grooving to Joy Division...or maybe Olivia Newton John.
Happy Anniversary, baby!
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