Dal hits a home run
A year ago I was watching a T.V. commercial with one eye open, half way paying attention. This guy gave a girl some flowers for some reason or other. She got a syrupy look on her face. He had a grin. The ad showed them fading away. At the last moment, he turned around and winked. I thought it was a silly ad but then realized that Connie and I had a 50th wedding celebration to go to on Saturday night and I had not as yet arranged for flowers
Quick as a cat, I did what any man would do in the same situation. (Order flowers? You gotta be kidding). I called my daughter, Tammie, to do the deed. I told her what Connie would be wearing. (A pale off-white dress with a black “floral” design and a cutaway yellow sweater). Tammie ordered a white rose corsage surrounded by baby’s breath flowers.
When they were delivered Saturday afternoon Connie was surprised, yea shocked, that I would remember to get her flowers. I acted shocked that she was shocked. Then she reminded me that the only other times that I had bought her flowers was when the kids were born and that would have made the last time in November of 1968. Why is it that women have such a keen memory about flowers?
Saturday evening we rode down to the clubhouse in style in my golf cart. (High heels you know) No, not on me, on Connie. We were seated by our own private hostess. Later, after a prayer and the usual song by an over the hill singer, we had our premarital histories read to the audience. We had been subjected to a two hour interview a week or so ago so I had the chance to slip in quite a few lies. Of the four couples honored, ours got the most applause and laughs. After the “history” we were given a chance to say a few words. Connie thanked everyone for putting on such a nice event and commented on several different things about the evening. When it was my turn, I just said that I echoed Connie’s feelings and after fifty years, knew better than to add anything
It really was a fun event.
Dal
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