May Day

Mayday. Mayday. Mayday.

Yes, I lied. I said I would wait til I got back from Mexico. Don't you know by now that you can't trust a word I say?

Anyway, eight years ago my ol' ball and chain stood at an alter and said I do. I think I said the same thing back. Maybe it was ah-choo. Either way, the IRS thinks we've been married for eight years so it must be true.

I'd post a picture of the event, but back in the 90's we didn't have them fancy digital thingums. I'm too lazy to scan anything today. Must pack for Mexico. Must go on a run. Yes, it's nothing but romance around the Creative HQ.