After 20 Years He Still Grieves…

Okay, that’s a lousy title for this post, but that silly Mr. Bojangles song kept running through my head today, every time I thought about the fact that Dude and I have been married 20 years as of right now.  Twenty freakin’ years!  Good grief!  I just floors me that our wedding happened so long ago; I can remember almost every detail (especially the part where my brother-in-law flipped the bird at the guy who was videotaping).  I should really look up the “official” gift for the 20th wedding anniversary at some point; all I know for sure is that it’s not paper.  (Though I do love paper…preferably Basic Grey or Daisy D’s.)

My gift for Dude isn’t on any official wedding anniversary gift chart, but is rather “something sweet that he loves” – besides me, of course – chocolate-covered Oreos from the local gourmet chocolate shop.  I won’t say these were expensive, but I could have bought half a tank of gas for the same price.  (Gas: the new comparative commodity!  Remember when things were valued in terms of the price of a good steak?)

Anyway, they made these “special” Oreos for Father’s Day, but they were absolutely perfect for Dude, who works as a maintenance man and who, judging by the state of our walk-in closet, lives by the motto, “he who dies with the most tools wins.”  (Currently we are supporting at least three clerks in the Craftsman dept at Sears.)

(PS: Dude has very likely not been grieving the last 20 years, but I can’t be entirely certain after I spilled an entire Diet Coke with Lime on his recliner a few days ago.)