Da Long Haul
Seven years ago on da seventh day of da seventh month in two-thousand and seven was da worst day of my life.
It was da day I signed my name on da dotted line - well it's actually a solid line - gave up everything I owned, had to start asking permission, placed under curfew and literally cried about it in front of hundreds of witnesses..... but I got to drink all da beer I could.
I got married.
Wassup Wit Dat! 😆
Considering it was a very hectic wedding date being 07/07/07 - plus it fell on a Saturday - it was a great day to enter da last day of da rest of my life.
All kidding aside, I married a very strong woman. She's amazes still to today with her strength - or stubborness depending on how you look at it - and it really is astounding how/why we're still together ovah a decade (including wen we was dating) cause normally wen you got a "strong" woman with a hard-headed Korean, it normally doesn't work out. We can't figgah it out still to today.
Da thing about anniversaries? You always reminiscing and it brought me back to our FIRST anniversary, well, seven years ago so I dug around and found a blog dat I actually did, well, seven years ago and still got some of da SAME WWD! Hui posters!!! Really, WWD! 😯 😛 😆
We got our differences still and it's those times dat our marriage bond is really tested but heck, das wat kim chee, poke, beer and da garage is for!