Yeah, well I married a brunette the first time, a blonde the second, so redhead's all that's left...
but they don't have a [bleep] clue about the top bunk....
God bless Texas----------------------- Old 300 I will remain what i am until the day I die- A HUNTER......Sitting Bull Its not how you pick the booger.. but where you put it !! Roger V Hunter
God bless Texas----------------------- Old 300 I will remain what i am until the day I die- A HUNTER......Sitting Bull Its not how you pick the booger.. but where you put it !! Roger V Hunter
God bless Texas----------------------- Old 300 I will remain what i am until the day I die- A HUNTER......Sitting Bull Its not how you pick the booger.. but where you put it !! Roger V Hunter
Ya know my wife have had this discussion a few times over the years. Whilst we are happy as chitt in marriage, if one of us dropped dead tomorrow what? Me, I would hole up at the place in the mountains of north Idaho and not consider a marriage at all. She would bounce between the place in the Hill Country and north Idaho and fend of those chasing her.
...the He Man Woman-Haters Club loses yet another member......
"...if the gentlemen of Virginia shall send us a dozen of their sons, we would take great care in their education, instruct them in all we know, and make men of them." Canasatego 1744
Ten year engagement should tell you all you want to know. Congrats. Here's to long engagements.
NRA LIFE MEMBER GOD BLESS OUR TROOPS ESPECIALLY THE SNIPERS! "Suppose you were an idiot And suppose you were a member of Congress... But I repeat myself." -Mark Twain
Red heads are special, more importantly, finding the right one is, and it sounds as though you both did.
We once touched on this briefly, but make sure way down the road you're still singing this to her.
Garry Trump won !!! Trying to live like a free man in the Communist Republic of New Jersey. Love your country, distrust your government. Democrats and the people who vote for them, enemies of America and a free American people
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, used up, worn out, bottle of Jim Beam in one hand and a .45 in the other, loudly proclaiming WOW-- What a Ride!"