Rob and Sue Inc.

Well blogerinas and blogerinos, today is another special day. Yesterday was my 2 month blogaversary (as Kari would appropriately call it) and today, well, it was 31 years ago that your Sans Souci married Mr. Sans Souci. It’s a day of celebration and gratitude. Relationships ain’t easy and marriage certainly isn’t either, but if a couple can last and not kill eachother, that’s a good sign. And if they produce a good kid, it’s even better. We did. And the good kid goes to a good school that requires good money, and Mr., who is rightfully retired, gets up every morning to face a classroom and work the good kid’s way through school.

I am grateful to be healthy,  to have a good  family and all my wonderful friends .

Married Life
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Married life is never boring,

When my husband, dear, is snoring.

A yowl, a squeal, a cry, a bark,

All come at me from the dark;

I dream I’m in Jurassic Park.

Married life is never trite,

When I go to sleep at night.

Here they come—the growls, the blows,

I push and kick him with my toes;

In desperation, clamp his nose.

Married life is so inviting,

When my sleep, his snarks are spiting.

Awake, his love is so adoring,

But in bed his throat is roaring;

I rarely know what’s in storing.

Married life is never lonely,

When you have your one and only.

Grit your teeth and get the plugs

Write a poem and pace the rugs;

Glass of milk?Resort to drugs?

Married life is so courageous,

Perhaps his snores became contagious?

Although I do not make a peep,

I’m told he dreams of cars that beep;

I NEVER make noise in MY sleep.