Happy Anniversary!

Thirty-five years ago today, mom and dad were married. I believe they went camping somewhere out West for their honeymoon, but decided to spend their wedding night in a hotel. And, like everyone who gets married around a holiday, they assumed hotel reservations would be optional. Just because travelers were out in full force for the July 4th weekend didn’t mean every available room would be booked. And they were right – they certainly WERE able to find a room. In the world-class, romantically-appointed Pork ‘n’ Bun Motel. I’m serious. They stayed in a place called the Pork ‘n’ Bun. Now, I don't know if there was some sort of horrible restaurant attached to the motel or not (I’d have to assume it was horrible with a name like that…) but regardless, I’m not sure I would’ve been brave enough to endure an establishment with such an, uh, interesting and descriptive designation. But the bright side, of course, is that mom and dad forever have a good story to tell. And, along with the pork and bun and whatever other sandwich staples happen to be lying around, it’s served up with a lesson – always make reservations. Re-ser-va-tions. Especially around holidays…

So happy anniversary, mom and dad! My scanner isn’t hooked up right now, which is too bad – because I’m sure I’d be able to find some old, embarrassing pictures around here somewhere… Another time, perhaps… :)