We are about to hit our ruby wedding anniversary. Now that's a
I was a child bride and my beloved was a long haired singer in a band back in 1970.
Now I'm a larger than life grandmother and himself is a bald headed singer in the shower.
It's off to Melbourne we will go to celebrate, spending our days playing tourist with an evening at Jersey Boys.
He's already told me not to expect him to visit The Stitches and Craft Show.
Guess I'll be there alone while he finds a car museum.