Miss Gregorious got her degree in administration and was an assistant principal at Central. Sadly, due to budget cuts, she was let go this year. She had 30+ years but only a few as an administrator. Fine way to say thank you to a dedicated servant.
I have my share, Joe! Steve's just being way sweet. I have three boys... how could I NOT have wrinkles! And I agree; each and every one was earned - especially the crow's feet from smiling!
Karen, I knew YOU were fearless (I remember you well from high school. No shrinking violet there.) But I'm putting everyone on notice. I'm a sucker for romance and I love hearing these stories. PS. I find really large sunglasses hide a multitude of sin. I'm a shar pei behind those glasses.
Okay Lyn, here goes…
Tim, the wunderkind, and I were friends via a mutual friend. We hadn’t seen one another in almost 20 years. I was living in San Diego (at the time of this romantic tale) but in Denver (for a ski week after Christmas) and going to lunch with Elway (our mutual friend) before I headed up the mountain. Elway got a call. It’s Tim. “Hi, how’re doing. Thanks for the Christmas card. Aren’t the kids cute? What are you up to?”
“I’m great. The kids are great. Heading to San Diego for a job interview.”
“You’re kidding me? Guess who’s here? Melissa Turner. Guess where she’s living? San Diego. Let me put her on.”
I was going through my divorce. It was a blood bath. $100,000 in attorneys fees alone (that kind of a divorce.) Through a weird series of events (I’ll tell you about it at the reunion) Tim commuted to San Diego for over 4 years. For the first two, we just sort of hung around (going out to dinner, hiking, etc.) when he was in town.
One day he called and asked if I wanted to go to dinner when he was in town. This was odd because we always went to dinner when he was in town. So I said, “yes.” There was a small pause and he said, “This is a date.”
I panicked. “Well, forget it. I can’t go on a date. I’m too old to go on a date. I’m too much of a mess. I’m not dating.”
He said, “Too late, you said yes” and hung up. We dated for five more years before we got married.
On our wedding day, I told Tim “Honey, I have one divorce and one murder in me….And I’ve been divorced!” He married me anyway.
I wake up to Clarence my fish..he is so happy to see me..he does a lap like Michael Phelps...I named him after my favorite movie..It's A Wonderful Life...hoping mine will turn out that way!
Glenn Lianos, You are very fresh. Tim is a very lucky man! And you can tell him I said so.
We are in the stage where we are still crazy about one another. It sickens our friends. I'm okay with that. Tim sleeps with one eye open, sure. Other than that, he seems un-affected by my little observation.
Happy Wife= Happy Life.
PS Let me just say this one more time. Glenn Lianos, you are mean, mean, mean! But in the nicest possible way...
Wow Melissa, when I asked you to spill it, I had no idea and am thrilled you are now in a blissful place. That's the stuff novels are made of! By the way, I only have one murder in me as well, but my victim changes every day.
Lyn, I think we should form a table for people who have one murder in them. The One Murder Table. People with multiple murders can form their own tables....
