What’s in the box!
That was a question I asked myself on Tuesday afternoon as I picked up the mail.
So, there was an Amazon box in my mailbox and the first thing I thought was that it was addressed to the wrong person – it wasn’t, and I don’t remember ordering anything. So, WHAT IT IS?!
With Father’s Day almost here, and I, being a father, figured I would tell you a little story about last Father’s Day and how I stretched it out for an entire season.
We’ll, we finally made it to this point.
The final posting on the “Marriage Trilogy” that I mentioned on Facebook sometime ago.
This one took me a while to write, because it’s about me.
So, what do you give for a ten year wedding anniversary gift?
Answer: divorce papers.
As I said in yesterday’s post, being married any length of time now is a major feat.
My parents made it to one of those milestones – 40 years, but it wasn’t anything to write home about.
They made it to the four decade mark, but I don’t remember when they were ever happen in their marriage.
One of the rarest things in the world is being married a long time. Being married for ten years today is the same as being married 25 years several decades ago.
My grandparents (who knew the secret of longevity) were from that generation where when you got married you stayed married. This is the story of their 49th wedding anniversary.
You’ve done the deed and you’re not sure that she’s pregnant yet.
She’s missed her period and now she wants to see if you actually performed up to her expectations.
Now is the time to go to the store and get a pregnancy kit.
There are so many secrets and tricks out there that people think will make you live longer, but I learned to ultimate secret and I can thank my grandparents for this techinique.
To live a long life you need to think you’re going to be dead soon.
A while back I spoke of my dislike of free WiFi and mentioned my experiences at McDonalds.
Today, I’m going to talk about one certain person that I’ve seen many times at McDonalds.
One of the toughest words to say is “Goodbye”.
Never was a fan of that word, and when I can I try to not use it at all.
Come on over to my house and you might not enjoy your television viewing experience.
Because I am living in the past with standard definition TVs. If you wanted to get submersed in what you are watching then don’t come over.