A Milestone Comes Around Again

Yes, a milestone. Not to be confused with a millstone, around my neck. Surely Mrs. Hillbilly Mom would never refer to her Sweet Baboo as such an implement! Today marks the 28th wedding anniversary of Farmer H and Mrs. HM. It falls on the Friday after Thanksgiving, just as it did on our wedding weekend.

Ahh...I remember it well. I was teaching at Steelville middle school, and with the four-day Thanksgiving weekend, what better time could anyone choose to get married? My principal at the time declared that he and the faculty were going to show up to shivaree us. This was before the Information Superhighway was completed, and I had to look that up in a dictionary. Sweet Gummi Mary! I half believed he was serious!

Anyhoo...since Farmer H knew I would be busy on Friday this year, preparing our Thanksgiving feast with Genius for Saturday...he sent me a text yesterday, asking if I wanted to go to the casino later. NOT-HEAVEN YES! That man knows the way to my heart.

There's my anniversary dinner. A burger, medium, with only pickles and onions, and a side of fries. Oh, don't think I'm mocking Farmer H this time, like my long-ago Mother's Day gift of a $3.00 change purse and two boxes of Sno-Caps. Uh uh! I LOVE this meal. Besides, it takes up a lot less gambling time than a 2-for-1 buffet offer that Farmer H possessed. Farmer H had the Italian Sausage this time, without peppers. He was not a fan, and will return to the burger on our next visit. Guess the name of the restaurant being Burger Brothers and not Sausage Brothers didn't give Farmer H a clue.

Our celebration was real, and it was spectacular. I came away an overall $5 winner, and Farmer H lost $40 of HIS OWN MONEY!

Here's to 28 more years for the union of me and Farmer H. I complain about him a lot, but he's the guy for me.