39 years ago tomorrow...

I was hungover and sweating whiskey in a gray tux looking down the aisle at my beautiful bride walking my way.
Somehow or other she managed to put up with me every day since. For that she gets a nice dinner out. And the chore of trying to put up with me further.

Anniversary are fun.
Yes, they are. It'll be number 50 for us in October. She's put up with me all that time. She must be a saint.
 
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