I don't know why Myrtle married me when I was ten years older than she was. Never was good at math but I think that still goes. Anyway, she used to tell friends that it was better to marry a more mature man.
Little did she know that we never mature, no matter how old we get. But I don't think we should ruin a good thing and tell them.
One thing for sure, the first year is hard. We both agree on that. Then the second year was even harder. That was a surprise. But at least I found out everything I had done wrong.
Up to that point.
But then there were all the kids and our 40th anniversary where they surprised us with a trip to Viagra Falls...Niagra Falls. Well both. (Thanks Junior, from both of us. Your Mom's knocked up. Just "kidding").
I.B. Moleturd
