I know, I know: we look like a couple of New-Wavish elves, circa 1982, yet with a touch of goth make-up. All that's missing is for Melissa to have put on some big hoop earrings, and for my mullet to have been just a bit longer. And the real tragedy is that I don't even remember what we were laughing at.
Ah well. Fifteen years, about eighty pounds (fairly equally distributed between the two of us), four children, three university degrees, eleven moves, two countries, six states, one beard, four cars, fourteen jobs (mostly mine), and innumerable arguments later, we can still make each other laugh. Here's to the laughter continuing for another fifteen years, or thirty (wishing for another forty-five would be pushing it, I think). Happy anniversary, Melissa.
P.S. Yeah, we're back. Put over 3500 miles on the car, and it and the family is still intact. And now, back to work. What with new classes beginning next week and the APSA annual meeting the week after that, I suspect I won't have the time or energy to blog until after Labor Day. But we'll see...the conventions may be hard to resist...
P.P.S. To see my wife in her native costume and habitat, click here.