Although I often bemoan my birthday, and play my goofy age games, my 42nd lap around El Sol on Mother Earth last week hasn't really made me feel all that old. Today however, does. It is my (our) 15th wedding anniversary. Seriously. 15 years. Our love is old enough to get a learner's permit. Amazing. Especially considering that My Lovey Bride thought I was gay when we first met. And I don't mean happy.
In honor of our big day I offer up the story of how we met from the Team Tinsley vault.
Until I BLOG again...I'm sending all my love to you.
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