I wanted to title this one ‘Redneck Romance’ but Himself said he had neither beard nor mullet so he didn’t qualify as a redneck. I beg to differ but for the sake of marital harmony and because I know I’m right, I’ll just let it go.
Himself surprised me today with a dozen lovely red roses. Unable to find a suitable vase, he opted for his much beloved and hard-won Bud Light beer pitcher.
There’s a story here. Did you doubt it?
My husband graduated from Texas A&M University in College Station, meaning he’s an ‘Aggie’ and much higher up the evolutionary chain than those knuckle dragging Longhorns from T.U. When a senior gets his/her class ring, they head down to the local dive bar, The Dixie Chicken, dunk the ring into a pitcher of beer and proceed to chug until they reach the bottom. With luck, they don’t chug the ring down, as well. Think of it as modern man’s equivalent of the caveman bringing down his first mammoth. Or so I’m told.
This pitcher has been displayed somewhere in our home since we married in 1997 and to have roses in it is quite the honor. And there you have it: redneck romance.