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Dear Younger Me
Today, Bobby and I celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary. According to statistics, we have entered a unique, exclusive club: one for couples whose marriages have not only lasted longer than most, but have become even stronger as the years went by. Through every single year of our marriage, people have commented on our strong physical connection and affection toward one another. In the earlier years of our marriage, after people would tell us to get a room (yep, that’s where the blog name comes from), they inevitably would follow it up with “Well, just wait until you’ve been married ___ years.” Wow…thanks for the insight. It was truly disconcerting to hear this over…
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It’s the Little Things
I love my car – except for one thing. The warning alarm – namely the one that sounds when you don’t yet have your seat belt on – is the most shrill and annoying sound ev-er. Oh no. She doesn’t make a pleasing tone like other American cars. She’s a 2008 Crossfire, and while her body and interior were styled by Chrysler, the rest of the car is European. And unlike American engineers, the German ones are all business. They want us to really, really hear it. Take a quick listen. One morning, my hubby and I were leaving for work and he had backed my car out of the…
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The Wall For Us All
Drag racing is dangerous. Over the years, we have seen race cars crash over and over again. The two most common safety issues with our class, Alcohol Funny Car, are engine fires and hitting the wall. Often these both happen in the same instance. My husband is a professional drag racer. Bobby has been on fire three times. Believe me, it’s horrifying to watch the most precious thing in your life barreling away from you at 250+ mph and engulfed in flames. First you pray, but you can’t help wondering what’s going on in there. Are the flames coming inside yet? Did the explosion knock him out? The crew jumps…
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Freezing at Five
We were recently invited to a friend’s house for a picnic, and decided to go at the last minute. I hadn’t thought about what food I was going to take and I’m not known for keeping it simple. I decided on a dessert that needed ice cream. Sounds fine until I tell you that our friends live 30 miles away, and it was a 98 degree day. Not the best choice? True that. We drove our Challenger SRT, my husband’s pride and joy. I asked him to stop at a grocery store closer to our destination for the ice cream. Bobby assured me that he could make Hulkster (That’s the…
