Wednesday, February 10, 2010
(If you're in the vicinity of my age, your immediate thought when you saw that title was, "Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play!" Sorry for the confusion. This isn't about The Beatles. It's about MY WIFE. Feel free to hum the tune while you're reading this, though, as I'm sure John Lennon and Paul McCartney won't mind. Well, anyway, John Lennon won't. In the meantime, here's how MY WIFE feels about the whole thing.)
Twenty years ago, on February 10th, I met MY WIFE. I've told the story before, and I won't rehash it now. You could go here and read it. It's a long story, but a good one.)
I could fill a few pages with flowery prose expressing how much I love MY WIFE, but that sort of thing, heartfelt though it may be, would probably become a repetitious drag. Instead, I'm going to go visual. After a few more words, there will be photos; to the best of my knowledge, every visual instance of MY WIFE ever to appear on this blog. They may or may not be in chronological order, and so am I.
Understand that MY WIFE does not particularly enjoy being photographed, and there haven't been more than a handful of times I've NOT heard her complain about how she looks horrible in a photograph. As a result, I often forgo including a photo of her, even when one would add something to the story being told. But, even with that self-imposed prohibition, it seems I've run a lot of photos of her. That will tell you either how much I love her or how often I disregard her stated wishes in favor of getting my own rocks off.
Enough jibber-jabber! Here's the woman I met twenty years ago today; fell in love with shortly thereafter; married in 1992; and with whom I am planning to spend the rest of my life (unless she really hates these photos and asks for a divorce when she sees this.) Enjoy!
Since it doesn't actually show her face, that last photo is probably the only one she doesn't mind. If I were her, though, I wouldn't complain about the one where she's dressed as a cherry pie. Hubba-Hubba!
Soon, with the rest of my life.