During my commute on Tuesday afternoon, Dave called with a reminder to check the mail. Nestled in the mailbox wasn't a bill or stack of magazines, it was a single note proclaiming that it was the first clue to a scavenger hunt throughout our apartment. Clue after clue led me to an unexpected surprise: the Diane von Furstenberg bracelet I featured last month. Best boyfriend ever.
An event manager for a local business magazine with a penchant for late night reading and an inexplicable love of coffee. Often submits to magpie-like tendencies and has the jewelry collection to prove it.