Posted by lex, on June 12, 2006
For himself. Alas, for her ladyship: Condolences.
Today marks twenty-four years of married bliss. Well, not minute for minute, but you know: Close enough.
Last night I took the girls out to the bookstore. Which was nothing but a convenient fiction – with the added benefit of being true – enabling me to sneak in my dozen roses, bottle of champagne and anniversary card. The lady at the check out counter smiled approvingly: “Well, you’re on the right track,” she said.
I know, I thought to myself. After nearly a quarter century, I was bound to eventually get it right.