Eagles Over the Kennebec

...it's not that I don't have a sense of humor (which I've been told); I have a lively, if occasionally inappropriate, sense of humor. It's because April Fool's Day has, IMNSHO, become a forum for abusive behavior couched as "jokes," which allows the perpetrator to take and hold the dubious moral high ground of "You can't take a joke!"

And besides, today is the Anniversary of an Event far closer to my heart than the tedious demonstration that the People Are An Idiot.

Today marks the Thirtieth Anniversary of the merging of the Lee and Miller households into the Lee-Miller Household, aka The Cat Farm and Confusion Factory.

Let there be music, wine, ice cream, and dancing!

So, yesterday was Election Day, and also the anniversary of our wedding. While these two epic events normally have nothing much to do with each other, aside from far too often falling on the same day of the week, this year they were linked by a presence of Steve, who was naturally part of the anniversary festivities and had a place on the local ballot.

I came from home from work to a bouquet of white and red roses, then we went out into the rainy, blustery evening to do our civic duty. That complete, we drove in the lightening rain and dying bluster to the Great City of Augusta, there to renew our membership in Sam's Club. Yes, I know what you're thinking: How do they sustain this madcap lifestyle? Healthy livin', children. Healthy livin'

After we'd wandered around Sam's for a while, staring at the Christmas stuff, and rescuing a stuffed lion who had come unstitched and was losing his stuffing, we wandered back to Beautiful Winslow and partook of a leisurely meal at the Lucky Panda, thence to home.

Twenty-seven years is a long time. Seems like yesterday.