July 11, 1998. A day that will live in infamy. It was on this date that I finally gave in to all of Granny’s stalking, and let her make an honest man of me. Hard to believe it’s only already been 10 years. We’ve gone through half a dozen cats, one mother (mine), three cars, one really great morning radio show, at least ten (probably more like fifteen) different jobs between the two of us, and got all the kids out of the house.

I think we’ll celebrate tonight by me taking the dogs out to the park while Granny works a 12 hour day for 8 hours pay. Enjoy your Friday, y’all.