Today is the 28th anniversary of the day I married the love of my life, the center of my universe, the apple of my eye and sometimes the pain in my arse. (Love ya, Honeeeey) Wow! Twenty-eight years have flown. You might think that someone who has been married that long is old. Not me. I got married at eight. Yep, I'm from the country. We do things like that. Yep, 36 years old. That's me. I wanted to say 27 but that just didn't make any sense at all. Dang it.
Yesterday I tricked you into thinking I was going to reveal my true image. Then I got even more flack encouragement to show my mug here. So because I'm in a really good mood, ready to celebrate our TWENTY-EIGHT years of wedded bliss and I have loads to accomplish today and no time to write a decent anniversary-worth post, I will share our pictures from our fun time at Parent's Weekend last week.
I warn you though. This is going to completely change our relationship. After today, the mystery is gone.
We started the day by tailgating after a late breakfast. There's nothing like a good game of flip-cup with your college kid to bond as a family.
That's Doak Stadium in the background
Remember the olive story?
MHS is a favorite dad to all kids.
This is the Unconquered statue in front of the stadium.
I think this one is our 2008 Christmas card.