Twenty

That's how many years I've been married...as of today.

Wow, time flies!

I'm trying to come up with a new story so I can preserve my age. How about: it was an arranged marriage that took place when I was nine...? No? Oh well.

Here are Mr. P and me shortly after we first met. We lived in the same residence at university. He was soooo cool! And he had great muscles.

I thought he liked my roommate, Melody. She was (still is) a crazy redhead. But, no, he liked the dorky little brunette.

We went to a movie together a few days after we met - Mr. P, me, Melody and another friend, Bobby (I wonder where he is now?). We saw Casualties of War, a very violent film about the Vietnam War. I fell asleep sitting cross-legged on the seat. I probably snored and drooled. Mr. P probably thought it was adorable. Ha.

Twenty years, one child, and about half a dozen moves later, we're still plugging along. Being married is hard work, isn't it?