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Okay, quick:

What were you doing 25 years ago today?

Hmm?

Some of you (maybe a couple) were pretty young. If you’re my age you were finishing high school, give or take a year.

Wanna know what I was doing?

25 years ago today, I was stressing out, because I had a date. A blind date. With the woman who, just this morning, said “Holy crap, it’s been 25 years!”

Early on, when I was still a hippie freak, it was a pretty big deal to make it a month. So we got in the habit of celebrating “the 18th.” As the weeks and months turned into years (we were engaged long before the first April 18th came around, btw) we kept celebrating, because the 18th, again to steal my wife’s words, is when it all started.

It’s been awesome. I won’t lie, it’s also been a little scary at times, and I’m certain she has questioned her sanity on ever saying ‘yes’ to me more than a few times. But I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

I love you, honey.

I wanna be one of the cool kids, so I’m posting (again) pictures from our prom night.

Here’s one where you can see the dress:

And here’s me trying hard to look down her dress without actually appearing to be leering down her dress:

1983. We stayed out all night. It was awesome. Just over four years later, we were married. Next Friday marks the 25th anniversary of our first (blind) date.

Other Awesome Prom Flashbacks You Really To Read:
Mrs. Flinger
Mamalogues
Oh the Joys
Supermama

C’mon, play along! You know you want to.

So I’m sitting at work, wondering if my wife is going to come get me (see, we don’t just break grandmas, we break cars, too, and mine is in the shop).

The phone rings, she answers, and I say “Hello.”

“Oh shit, I’m supposed to come get you!!??”

Understatement #1: My sleep hasn’t been “normal” in a couple of weeks.

Understatement #2: I’m having a hard time getting up at 5:00 AM to run.

Understatement #3: I really love spending that extra hour cuddling with my wife.