Twenty

Caution: Mushy post alert. Avoid. Avoid.

Well it’s been twenty long and torturous years (Kidding! Kidding! I promise!)

Of course Rich and I didn’t do the traditional “love, honour and obey” English wedding vows (can you ever imagine me obeying any man?) He promised me the adventure of my life, and that our time together would never be boring. I promised to stay with him for as long as the adventure lasted. So far we’ve both kept our promises.

How on earth did we end up here?

Still mushy

When we reach twenty-five, we’ve vowed to “do a Chip” and go get married again in Vegas. I’m gonna wear my red latex cat-suit and embarrass the kids.

Happy Anniversary Wook :-)

(Thus named after Chewy because he pulls people’s arms and legs out when he gets angry with them. Yes, he really does. Not exactly conducive to good customer relations.)