A quarter of a century!

That's how long he's put up with me.  Hard to believe, but some people are just a little crazy, right?  He is the stereotypical Man's Man in that it doesn't occur to him that the wife wants more than the anniversary dinner out for the Big Silver, but once I suggested that his life would be a nicer one if he did plan something, he went right to work.  Ha!  Our night out was on Whiskey Row, in Downtown Prescott, AZ (just up the road), a historical town and one of the oldest in Arizona.  Wyatt Earp and his lot hung out there, stayed in the same hotels and gambled and drank along the same short stretch of the downtown, across from the courthouse.

It was funny, because despite his plans, lots of things refused to work out--mostly owing to our ridiculously early body clocks--we're up at 4:30 and asleep before 9 if we're lucky.  So the schedules of shops and galleries opening and closing threw us off a lot, and many of our plans fell through.  But somehow, we had a fabulously fun second honeymoon in spite of it--laughing and cutting up together the way we did on our first one.  Isn't it odd how a plan can come together in spite of us?

I think I'll keep him for another twenty five.