When I was younger there was a bad joke going around that went like this: A guy says to his buddies "my wife and I have been married for three wonderful years". And his buddy says "But I thought you got married in 1955! Bada-bump! I told you it was a bad joke...
The hubster and I have been married since 1971. Yes, I WAS a child bride... hahaha! I had just turned 20 that year, and I was working full time and I had my own apartment. I had a junker car and a sewing machine, and what more could a girl ask for??
My car needed brakes and I didn't make a lot of money so I had to try to find different ways to get to work. The bus ride was an hour and a half long. I ended up bumming rides from some co-workers, and that's how I ended up car-pooling with the guy whom I would eventually marry. Long story short, I traded in the car for a husband!
It's been 49 pretty good years. Some were better than others, but there were some very nice ones and a few that approached spectacular.
Now we're both retired and settled into our routines. He gets his lottery tickets every week and I always tell him to buy a winner this week. He entertains himself while I go on my sewing jaunts, and I knit if he decides to watch a bad movie.
We got this.
Anyway, that's our story and we're stickin' to it!
Mr Excitement!
Sew on...
