This post is going to take math. Let’s see, 2025…carry the one…Got it.
Forty-one years ago today I walked out of the Methodist Church married to this chick. Brains, freckles, dark curly hair, a nice rack (😎), a sweet smile, a great sense of humor, she had it all. She still does.
It was intentional on my part. I suspect she was under some psychological event. What was she thinking getting tied up with me?
Anyway, here we are, four plus decades into it and she is still my best friend. Through thick and thin she has been there, the rock of the family. She puts up with my crap, my bad jokes, my rapid mood changes.
It occurs to me for the millionth time that I am indeed a lucky man.
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Happy Anniversary, you crazy kids!
Outstanding!
May you have many more.
Wow. What an accomplishment! Congrats.
Like Trump and MAGA, you're #WINNING!!!! Unlike those foul liberal... well, you know.
Btw, you're gonna end up getting crabs playing in that sandbox.
Obviously you were made for each other. Congrats!
Mine is blonde and no freckles but otherwise sounds much similar.
And we'll be 25 years in September. How the eff that happened, I have no idea. I'm still in my 40's, right, guys? Right? Guys? And the 1990s were only 10 years ago.
I know. How can I be married that long? I’m not that old….
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You've hit the jackpot. Congratulations and hoping for many more to come. You said "she's my best friend". That is the best thing you could say about her.
Thanks. I have hit the jackpot
Ehrmegerd! You're still here! Winner of the 1998 Ralph J. Perk Elocution Award!
A little late, but grats to you both...
Thanks, Ralph
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