Still Married

. . . after 44 years!

Thanks for hanging with me, Donna!

I always look up anniversaries to find out what the traditional gift is, but it’s rare that I can afford it.  Forty-four must be an off anniversary, because according to this site the traditional gift is “groceries.”  Well, what do you know . . . I was planning on grilling a couple of good steaks tonight . . . perfect!

Donna’s taking me out this afternoon for a pedicure.  It’s part of her lifelong plan to emasculate me.  Up to now I’ve always resisted, but this time I said okay.  I mean, what the hell.  I flew fighters, I ride a motorcycle, I fathered two children . . . I think my manly-man cred is safe . . . besides, the older I get the harder it is to clip those toenails.  If he & she pedicures is what Donna wants for our 44th anniversary, it’s he & she pedicures we’ll get!

Here’s to 45 . . . and beyond!  I love you, Donna!