I’ve been married for twenty years and two days. That’s 7,302 days. Yeah, I know your mooma and poopa just had their diamond anniversary in Maui, but this in my blog. Keep your wrinkled relatives out of it.
Here’s a little perspective: I was already married for a couple years when I signed up for a VHS Columbia House membership and quickly got my free copies of Face/Off, ConAir and The Rock, back when I couldn’t wait for the next Wesley Snipes movie to come out. We had a Mac Classic II, NetZero dial-up, no cell phone, a TV with three clear channels, wicker furniture and a cool bread machine.
I was 21 in 1995. Laurie was 18. She was my first legitimate girlfriend. First kiss. First everything. Continue reading