It's Been A Long Time

Another milestone has been reached here at the Mansion. I said milestone. Not millstone. I'm not sure how Farmer H might read that. 

Monday was our 36th wedding anniversary. 

I know that Farmer H remembered. Because Sunday evening, he said, "Well, tomorrow is our anniversary." That's before I said anything about it to him. And after I got him a card and a cookie-cake at Country Mart that morning, to keep hidden.

We are simple people. No grand celebration is needed. Not even special writing on the cookie. Right off the shelf. 

Farmer H loves a cookie-cake. It was a gift from the heart, not an attempt to kill him. He seeks out sugar on a daily basis, and would have gotten his allotment elsewhere if I didn't bring it into the Mansion. I used to give him a box of sugar-free chocolates, a Whitman Sampler. But he'd eat it as well as sugary treats.

The card says, "I'll love you until I croak." Heh, heh. I think that's a pretty good likeness of us on the front.

Farmer H liked it when he discovered it Monday morning.

"I haven't got your card yet. I've been busy. But I'm getting it today. It's been a long time, hasn't it?"

I'm pretty sure he meant that in a good way...