Today, Den and I have been married for 22 years. How did we get so old? I'm just shocked that we haven't tried to kill each other yet. No really, he has been bad at times. Did I ever tell you how Den and a bunch of his drunk buddies set off a quarter stick of dynamite in the pool? Or how he and a buddy caught a car on fire while working on it and then decided not to waste the fire extinguisher and try and blow it out with an air gun. Mind you, I have been perfect all of this time. Please don't ask me about the time that I removed all of the snow and ice from Den's car with a metal shovel. It's been one hell of a ride for us but worth it!
Perhaps its our sarcasm that keeps us together. Or the fact, that we think the other isn't that bright. Maybe it is the fact that we are still drinking buddies and that is the glue that blinds binds us. Your guess is as good as mine on how we managed to stay married.
So what is the key to a good relationship? Is it drinking or blowing shit up?