I was almost in deep shit. I was sitting in my chair reading blogs and commenting when Judy leans over the back and whispered my ear, ‘Happy Anniversary.’ I set very still, much like Dwight Yoakum in Sling Blade when Bill Bob Thornton split his head open with a lawnmower blade, waiting for the blow. It never came.
Slowly, ready to duck and run, I turned to Judy and say, ‘Back at’cha babe.’ She just laughed and said she forgot it, too. We have been so damn busy these past two weeks that it just slipped by. So I told her I would take her out to eat tomorrow night, our Waffle House is the best.
Eighteen years and counting! And I have to admit, she is the best thing that ever happened to me. People who knew me back in the day and see me now wonder what happened. A stroke? A lobotomy?
Nope! Just Judyied.