September 14, 2020

Twenty years ago, I married this guy.


Twenty-one years ago, I met that guy at a party that neither one of us wanted to be at. We were both a little bitter about it but he was funny in an wry, nerdy kind of way and he liked the X-Files, which proved him trustworthy. Then he laid a hell of a kiss on me and proceeded to leave without asking for my number.



I caught him mid-bail, stomped my feet, told him what an asshole he was and then shoved my number into his big old brown paw.

You know, the way normal couples meet.


We will never be normal.

I’d never dream of anything less that this weirdo life with you. To the man who gave me enough space to find my own way. Happy Anniversary, baby.

{ 5 comments… read them below or add one }

Glenn September 15, 2020 at 6:25 am

I love a happy ending!


Sandi September 15, 2020 at 5:33 pm

Happy Anniversary! Hugs,


Annie Jones September 15, 2020 at 6:28 pm

For some reason I read the sentence above as “I caught him mid-ball” instead of “mid-bail”.
Love the two of you together! Happy 20, that is a big one!


Kel September 18, 2020 at 4:56 am

Happy 20th to you both! We’re celebrating 30 next year and sometimes it’s just weird to think of how long we’ve been together.


Papa Guy September 23, 2020 at 9:39 pm

Happy Anniversary. 20 years, Congratulations!! Hope all is well. good to see you here again. it’s been awhile.
MaryJane and I are 44 years next Feb13, as anniversaries go.


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