Apple Peel Matchmaking.

So a few days ago,

I learned that girls

used to do different rituals on Halloween

to determine who they would marry.

They did that at midsummer as well.

(I guess it doesn't matter what century you're in--

women will always be matchmaking.)

Genevieve and I think these sorts of things

are great fun.

So to celebrate Halloween last night,

we threw apple peels over our shoulders

in the hope that they would land

in the shape of

our future husbands' initials.

And they did.

Sarah was walking by and joined us.

She got a lowercase Y.

Hopefully someone named Yelnats.

I got an A,

and Genevieve, that lucky duck,

got 3 whole letters!

T, V, & C.

So if you know a Vincent Carl Tennyson

or a Christopher Tecumseh Vial,

let me know.