Wow internet that is a long time.
Well it’s not really a long time if you are a tree or a rock or a giant squid.
BUT it is a long time to have been married.
Today is my anniversary, The Spouse and I have been together for 25 years.
I often flippantly say that I found him on the side of the road and decided to keep him, well that is true, up to a point.
I didn’t really decide to keep “The Spouse” until four years later.
What I don’t say is that I only went out with The Spouse for a few months when I was seventeen.
“The Spouse” swears that for him, it was love at first sight. He says he just knew that I was the one for him.
At the fickle age of seventeen I just thought he was rather hot and very fuckable. I went out with him for a few months and then dumped him when he started to talk about long term plans.
At the words lets settle down,I went WTF and bolted.
I bumped into Jeff at the pub again when I was 18 or 19 and one look into those eyes of his and I was immediately smitten again. But once again he vowed and declared that I was the only one for him and I was off like a shot.
At the age of 20 I was living a rather torrid life. The share house I was living in was full of crazy people doing crazy people things. I was working night shift in a popular blues nightclub and I wasn’t just burning the candle at both ends, I was putting a blow torch to the middle of the fucker as well.
Enter “The Spouse” into my life again
Third time must have been the trick because on my 21st birthday I decided that maybe there was some merit to settling down with this bloke and so I jumped onto the back of his motorcycle and we have never looked back.
I like this photo very much, even though I joke that I should have moved the knife block a bit closer.
“The Spouse is often underneath my car fixing it for me.
I was telling him to pose for the camera and we got the giggles.
This is my favourite “Arty” shot of the Spouse.
Hey Jeffrey Foale. I do Love you!
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