Last week I got this text from my guy:
The tomtom met with an untimely demise
(The tomtom is the GPS. I bought it when I decided to upgrade the Garmin. This was an error, folks.)
I texted him back:
Ooookay. Were you the demise?
No. It was destiny. I was merely the vehicle.
I’m now the proud owner of a new, updated Garmin. And the tomtom is dead. But I didn’t like the tomtom anyway. It kept getting me lost. Garmin never got me that lost.
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Thirteen years married. Eighteen years together. Here’s to another eighteen…plus eternity. Love you, darlin.