It was exactly 20 years ago today that I met my wife Nadine for the first time.
That's 20 times around the sun. The sun looks pretty much the same. I, on the other hand, have butt wrinkles.
We celebrated by...um...having enchiladas for lunch. No point in buying flowers - we're off on a short road trip the day after tomorrow to Grande Prairie, a town in northern-central Alberta where I have a gig performing for a fire department fundraiser. If I bought flowers, they'd be dead by the time we got back, and what kind of message would that send?
One or two of you (possibly named Bruce) will now be saying, "What the hell - you're recycling the email you sent me," to which I reply, yup. I'm a busy man. Busy, I tell you.