My 52nd wedding anniversary is less than five months away. I was so lucky to find my beautiful and loving wife. In all those many years, I think we’ve had fewer than four serious arguments. I discovered years ago that it doesn’t pay to cross swords with a woman with Irish blood.
More often than not, my dear sweet wife grumbles when trying to find a particular spice bottle. She frequently laments about the random placement of the glass cylinders filled with all sorts of tasty powders, leaves, or who knows what.
