This past week was my parents 37th wedding anniversary. Just look at them (see the photo above) It truly was that 70′s wedding. My mom is wearing a hat. A hat, not a veil. What a hippie! And my dad, we’ll get into that later.
37 years. If they had gotten divorced, I’d at least have an excuse. But nope. They are best friends and still manage to have things to talk to each other about. I have a lot of respect for that. I can’t imagine the patience that it takes my mom to talk about the History Channel or listen to my dad mangle the already mangled jokes from The Big Bang Theory. And I can’t imagine the patience that it takes my dad to listen to my mother talk about what she’s eaten in the last 3 days. It’s her favorite topic of conversation.
Just look at my dad up there. He knows he just scored the hottest babe. And look at that mustache. My dad has had a mustache since he could grow one. The only time he didn’t have the mustache was when he graduated from high school, my grandfather made him shave it off, and when he surgery on his nose for sleep apnia. When that happened, my whole world view changed. I had no idea that my dad had a top lip. I am pretty sure that mustache is why I haven’t been able too have successful relationship. How can you compete with that? There are 2 people in the world who can compete with my dad on mustaches – Hulk Hogan and Nick Offerman. For Halloween, my dad used to dress up as Hulk Hogan with a tin foil championship belt that we made for him. He’d rip off his shirt and yell, “Hulkamania” and we loved it! He’d ruin four or five shirts every Halloween. I can see why my mom stuck around. He’s funny.