I was helping him appeal from the dental of welfare benefits. One day I was reviewing with him his income (none) and his assets (Bessie). He seemed a bit more unfocused than usual, and suddenly he blurted, "Are you married?"
"No-no," I stammered.
"Would you like to be?"
"No!" I gasped.
But a couple years later I did get married –– to a city boy living in a one-bedroom apartment.
We're celebrating our anniversary this week, and it occurred to me that I would have been happy living in that school bus in the woods so long as it was with the man I married. Especially if his cow was a Guernsey. I hear they give the creamiest milk.