42 and Counting

The old woman and I just made it another year together without killing each other. That called for a bit of a celebration.

We normally don't get too excited about things these days, and we tend to mark birthdays, anniversaries, and other milestones with little fanfare. It just doesn't take much to entertain us, and I'm grateful for that; so is my pocketbook.

We've been married for 42 years now. I hope the next 42 are as interesting as the first 42. We'll see.

Anyway, we celebrated by having steaks at the local Outback. We seldom eat steak out as we are kind of picky about how our steaks are cooked, me more so than Donna. I find that Outback, K-Bobs, and a few other places do a pretty good job of getting my steak cooked just about right. We enjoyed our meal.