It also happens to be our anniversary.
We had a few firsts as a couple.
Our first deep fried pickle.
Our first shooting.
My first gun shot wound.
Okay, that was over dramatic. I didn't get shot. The gun bit me when I was loading it. Gun shot sounds tougher though, so.......
My first bull's eye.
I blinked and all of a sudden......17 years.
I am very certain it is, in fact, 17 years because the man has insisted all week that is isn't. We have done the math numerous times.
Even on a calculator.
June 17, 1995.
That's 17, right?
Awwwwwwwww.... nothing says love like pickles and guns.
ReplyDeleteSounds a little filthy.
I've been totally wanting to shoot a gun! FUN!
ReplyDeleteAnd I've also pondered ordering up deep fried pickles lately too....
Happy Anniversary!
Happy Anniversary!! What a fun date - to go shooting. Might have to try that!
ReplyDeleteHappy Anniversary!! 17 is incredible. You're so young to be celebrating that!
ReplyDeleteCongrats! Glad you did the math, as my anniversary is next week, and I was wondering how many years it was. We were married in 1994, so I guess it's 18 years. Amazing how time flies!
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear you had a great weekend. Grady is now asking for a third dog even thought he spent the weekend saying "Liz no..."
ReplyDeleteHa!
DeleteThe word 'NO' has lost all meaning for me.......
Pffft....17 years, you are babies. The Big Tuna and I just hit the big 30. Of course I was 7 when we got married. That's why I look so good.
ReplyDeleteI heard that in the olden days people got married a lot younger than they do now.
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