Where Has Forty Years Gone?

Saturday Rich and I celebrated forty years of marriage. I have to admit that being married to a guy and trying to get along, is the hardest challenge of my life. We come from different backgrounds and families. He isn't afraid of anything and I'm afraid of everything, hence the struggle to see eye to eye on many things. Rich wanted to go see the movie "Singing with Angels," which is about the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. It was an okay movie, the acting wasn't great but listening to the choir was soothing. After the movie we went to wash the truck, because that's a ritual to have a clean truck for church. Then off to eat dinner at Texas Roadhouse. It was an hour wait, so we just sat and relaxed before we got seated for dinner. We ordered too much food and left full, but Rich needed a custard for desert, so our blood sugars were soaring by the time we got home. All day Saturday I thought how fun it would be to take off and go to some remote island and swim with the sharks and sip on non-alcoholic drinks. Wouldn't that be so romantic? Unfortunately time and money restraints make it impossible for us to even leave our neighborhood, let alone a destination anniversary. Rich is already looking to our fiftieth, which I wonder if we will still both be alive. We will be in our 70's by then. I told Mindi that she and her siblings need to start saving their money because hopefully they can pay for our party in ten years. That's if we are still married and alive.