My phone rang on Saturday, flashing the name “Jack Howard” across the screen. I knew what he was going to say before he even said it. In less than 24 hours, he was going to ask Amy to marry him. “Can you make it to Knoxville?” he asked, excitedly.
Could we make it to Knoxville? Yes, we could. Despite the impending “snowpocalypse” or “snowageddon” as its been so affectionately called across the twitterverse, Amelia and I jumped in her Volkswagen, picked up a Skinny Vanilla and a Pumpkin Spice Latte, and hit I-40.
This is Amelia’s idea of what Amy’s face would look like when she saw us.