Late last month was the twentieth anniversary of the very first time Al and I locked lips.
It was a cold August night….he was the bad-boy older man on the motorbike…my parents were sure he was going to lead me astray ….and I was nearly 18 and getting ready to finish year 12. Sigh <<cue soppy music>>
In January we’ll celebrate 18 years of wedded bliss.
I don’t feel that old. Hehehehe …man I’ve been with the same guy for more than half my life! That’s a bit of an achievement these days.
I hope the next twenty are as much fun as the first twenty
How long since you and your main squeeze first swapped spit?
PS…did this sketch while the boys had swimming lessons…wasn’t imagining this 20 years ago LOL