26 YEARS AGO
Twenty six years ago today, I married a West Virginia redneck with a mullet, who drove an old beat up Cutlass he called "the war pig", we lived in a trailer named "the crib", and we had 17 cents in our bank account. While we were short on cash, we were plenty in love. Through the years, mother nature took care of the mullet, the war pig met its demise, some other piece of trailer trash bought the crib, and our bank account became more secure.
One thing never changed- we are still plenty in love. Happy Anniversary to my favorite redneck who is still making all of my dreams come true!!!!