Events Occur In Real (Good) Time

Twenty four years ago today, The Wife and I were pronounced “Keep-A-Happy-Wife-Guy” and “The Wife”. 

To celebrate that, my warped logic went like this:

• 24
• 24 years
• 24 hours in a day
• Let’s celebrate once an hour for each year we've been married.

So, about 1 AM, I woke her up and gave her a single white rose.  She stabbed me in the throat with the stem of the flower and smothered me to death with a pillow. 

The End.

Well, that didn't really happen.  I’ll post something later and let you know how the day went.  Some gifts, notes and mementos will be hidden.  Some will come by e-mail, Facebook or Twitter.  Some I'll actually give her in person.

If you don’t hear from me, and The Wife starts living large off the life insurance paycheck or maybe starts dating that Thor guy…tell the authorities (heck...tell Jack Bauer) that the murder weapons were a white rose and a feather down pillow.