26 years...not bad

Yesterday was my 26 anniversary with the magnificent Mr. T. I spent most of the day flying home to get to him. I almost told the man sitting next to me on the plane that it was my anniversary and I was the luckiest woman in the world but he seemed too interested in his mini turkey sandwich and teeny weeny bag of fritos they called lunch to care. I was thinking about telling the obnoxious lady on the shuttle bus to the park-n-fly after she told the entire van about her daughter who just flew in from New Zealand with a nine month baby on her lap and how she met her in California to fly the last leg with her and how she thought that the park-n-fly should have better markings on their vans so she wouldn't be confused and blah blah blah, yadda yadda yadda. Nope she wasn't special enough to tell. Instead I kept my secret until I was in the strong arms of a tall dark and handsome not too stranger and whispered it in his ear..... Happy 26th anniversary good looking....I am the luckiest woman in the world.