Angry Joyce and I found out a short time back, that when we got married 11 years ago today, her brothers made a wager on how long we would last. One gave us six months, one gave us one year, and one gave us three years. How did we last longer?
It is simple really.
1. We are both too stubborn to give up.
2. I want to keep all my shit not half of it.
3. Whoever hauls ass has to take the kids.
I am always kidding Angry Joyce that if she ever hauls ass then their will be a line of women two deep all the way around the block waiting for a chance with me and she is always kidding me that she is the only one that could put up with my shit.
I can guess who is closer to being right but I never want to know. It took almost thirty years to find her. I haven't got the stamina to hold out another thirty years to find another person who can put up with my shit for a prolonged period of time.
And that brings me to:
Happy Anniversary Baby. Got You On My Mi-ind.