Corrupting Julie for Half of Her Life
July 24, 2010
I suck at remembering birthdays. Hell, I barely know what day of the week it is sometimes.
But, early last year, I had a long and rambling post whereby I tried to nail down the exact date that Julie and I met each other. That date, it turns out, was March 23, 1990. Given that, I calculated that, as of today, Julie has hit one of those completely arbitrary milestones in her life: her husband has been in it for as much of her life as he was not in it. Or, to put it another way, she’s now been on a never-ending downhill slide relationship-wise for half of her existence.
It’s worked out well for me!
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July 25th, 2010 at 2:53 pm
It seems to have worked out pretty well for Julie, too. However, you’d better get that Bitty Baby out of her arms or no telling what addition to your lives might occur!
The first time Dad and I met Julie she was on crutches, climbing up stairs at a restaurant in the North End…but there was another lady in your life at that point, right? But when Julie became The Important One, we sensed quite quickly that she was to be THE One.
Lucky you two, lucky us, lucky A, B, and C….