Mark and I made a date to go the Dallas Farmers Market this weekend to buy Summer vegetables to “Put up”. I’m going to have to Google a bunch of “how to(s)”… Supposedly they have a really good BBQ place there.
Yes, we intentionally met up at a dance in Kosciusko after riding around town with his friend Robert the night before. I took his truck keys from him as a joke while dancing with him… and no, we were not in his truck making out if that is what you’re thinking. I was a good girl. I just admired his key chain and the pocket watch he was carrying. I thanked him for his truck, as I slipped his keys into my back pocket. I remember what we were both wearing… and that he thought it was cool to drink Schlitz beer at the time. LOL!
I realized about the keys when I got home and dressed for bed and HAD A HEART ATTACK!!! No cell phones back then, I didn’t know what to do… So, I sat in the front yard and cried. He had to drive all the way back to Karnes City to get his truck keys with his friend Brian. A 20 min. drive just one way! I felt so embarrassed and just knew he would be convinced I was too young for him. (We were both going into our Freshman years — me in high school, him at Texas A&M.) Surprisingly, he wasn’t mad at all when he showed up at my parent’s house at 2:00 a.m. just to drive back to Kosciusko and get his truck —- a long, late night for him. He had a good excuse to cut things off right there, but he came back over the next day or rather 6 hours later in the afternoon and the rest is history…
We’ve had our ups and downs through the years. I like to say now that we are Empty Nesters and having our 2nd childhood without parental supervision, that I’m truly so glad I didn’t kill him when I had the chance earlier in our marriage. Life with him is pretty darn good and usually never a dull moment. 🙂