Ha! Now you will hum this song the rest of the evening, not knowing the rest of the words.
Me too. All Day Long!
Today marks the 32nd anniversary of our wedding day. I don't know if I've blogged this story before, and am far too lazy to look back over 600 blogs, so I'm tellin' it again.
Live with it.
Husband was very romantic in the way he proposed. He was living in another town, and try as we might, could not stay off the phone with each other.
This was before cell phones.
Our phone bills that month were a little high. His was just over $300 and mine was just under.
It was alarming. So he said, "Well, I guess we might as well get married."
Be still my heart.
Anyway, he came to my house as usual the night before we were to wed. I cooked supper, we cleaned up and watched TV for a little while. About ten p.m. he decided to call it a night and go on home to his mama and daddy's.
We opened the door and gasped.
There was ice hanging from trees and power lines. The yard was covered in it. And it was snowing with a vengeance.
I called the gate and asked if he could make it out. (I lived at Lake Arrowhead for those of you who know, and for those of you who don't, the answer was, "Lord, no!")
The tiny, narrow, winding mountain roads were not to be traveled upon.
After a few hours of hysterical behavior (Husband, not me), I decided to go to bed. He'd made the dreaded phone call to his mama telling her he was spending the night. I shared this information with my mother about a year ago. Only because she overheard me telling the story to someone else.
I went to bed with Husband pacing the living room, muttering, "I've waited 35 years to get married, and now this."
We called the gate the next morning, and the answer was still a resounding no. However; when I told them we were supposed to get married (!), they changed their minds. Husband had a front wheel drive. The guards at the gate made a plan. If we weren't there in fifteen minutes (for a usual five minute ride) they would start looking for us and pull us out of whatever ditch/ravine we were in and get us to the church on time. (another annoying tune to get stuck in your head!)
By creeping we made it, and many minutes later made it into town.
We went to the florist. We were the only customers there, and she'd just made it in. She told us she couldn't take any orders because she was the only one there and had to make deliveries, there was a big funeral that afternoon.
Once again, when told we were getting married that afternoon, her plans changed and she threw caution to the wind and made me a small bouquet and Husband a boutonniere.
By the time we arrived at the church, we were pretty much done in.
But the worst was yet to come, as they'd forgotten to turn on the heat in the church and it was freezing in there!
We did get married, despite all the barriers (one I didn't mention because who knows who's reading this? But it was by far the most, um, amusing.)
Here we are, 32 years later, still married.
And they said it wouldn't last.
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