Our shop-vac died.
Which isn’t unusual. We’ve had it forever.
We ordered a new one.
As fate would have it, it was scheduled to arrive on our wedding anniversary.
Naturally, the theme of the occasion turned into “This Sucks.”
It’s a good thing that we both have a sense of humor, because the zingers just kept flying.
Then the Grown Sons came home.
They pointed out that the shop-vac doesn’t just suck.
It also blows.
And that, my friends, is how we celebrated our wedding anniversary.
Actually, it was remarkably similar to our wedding day, when one of our friends, possibly after a little too much celebrating, tried to say that we were destined for each other.
Instead, he said that we were doomed.
Honestly, after all these years, I’m beginning to think he might have been right.
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