This feels a little scary, but I'm going to make another attempt to re-start blogging. The last time I made that statement was in 2013! Yikes! I'm feeling a little rusty, and know I will have to relearn everything I thought I knew about blogging. It's a frightening thought. (Especially since my official blog adviser doesn't live here anymore. I will have to actually figure everything out on my own!) Bear with me, please.
So, Hubby and I have recently celebrated 36 years of wedded bliss. Where did he take me, you ask? To a bar. An out-dated, old bar, out in the middle of nowhere. Why, for heaven's sake? Because on Fridays, they have the best "all you can eat" fried fish! And, normally, we don't even like fish. I suggested on Friday morning that we go out for fish after I got home from work that evening. He thought it was a good idea. (Secretly, I wanted to see if he would claim it for our anniversary dinner, knowing he would!) When we arrived, the place was packed. There were two empty chairs at the bar, so that's where we sat. When the guy sitting beside Hubby left, he passed over the TV control to Hubby. After surfing the channels and finding nothing appealing, he found "The Andy Griffith Show", and that's where it stayed. You won't find that show playing in too many bars!
Halfway through the meal, Hubby said, "By the way, Happy Anniversary!" And, I said, "I knew you would claim this for our anniversary! Happy Anniversary to you, too!" After we finished eating, we waddled ourselves out to the car, complained about eating too much all the way home, waddled into the house, plopped on the couch, and watched some more episodes of "The Andy Griffith Show" on Netflix. And, who says "romance is dead"? Not us!
(And I even remembered how to add pictures! woo hoo!)