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Before Mike and Isabel met each other, they had very mixed emotions about dating and finding someone. Mike had a few failed relationships that left him jaded towards his future marriage prospects. Isabel had one relationship that left her thinking she would never find a man worth his salt to spend the rest of her life with. When they first met, it was interest at first sight. October 30th, 2018 was when they met at Walnut Grille in Wexford. On November 20th. 2018, they became an official couple and the rest is history.

When Mike and Isabel first met, her name was just Isabel. I-S-A-B-E-L, Isabel. However, that all changed one dark and stormy night. Custom dictates that they all gather together at Gram's house on Friday nights for pizza and cards. One such night, Peter Wassen (code name: the Happy Dutchman), asked Isabel how she was doing, but he did not call her by her name. "How you doing, Loretta?" he asked and she blinked. "What?" she rejoined. "I asked how you're doing," Peter pressed. "But what did you call me?" Isabel posed. It took Peter a second to realize that he had called her 'Loretta' and not 'Isabel' but it was too late. Ever since that night, he has called her Loretta (and a smattering of other names) as a joke and because he sometimes seriously forgets what her real name actually is.

During the first quarantine of Covid-19, we were stuck at home and Mike's faithful frying pan made many meals for us. However, the 'extra' use began to show itself in the pan, and I suggested that we get a new one. Sorrowfully, we went to Sam's Club, purchased a new pan, and bade farewell to the old one. That very same night, I was sitting upstairs on my laptop when I heard Mike ask Kevin, "What are you doing?" My ears perked up as I listened for Kevin's response. "Cutting my chicken," he answered casually before it must have dawned on him that he was cutting his chicken IN the brand new pan Mike had bought. I heard Mike come up the stairs and he looked at me with wide eyes and gave me the news. "He was cutting his chicken in my brand new pan! That's how he killed the old one!" I just started laughing, rolling on the mattress as I died. Mike was fuming, but now, he can chuckle with me as we fondly remember the passing of his frying pan.