Stay Golden

My wife and I had just started dating and she told me she bought me a shirt. She swore that I would “love it.” When it arrived, she immediately made me put it on.

My first thought was that I was never going to wear it! I eventually caved and began wearing it around the house. For whatever it is worth, I still have it and it is a very comfy shirt. I don’t wear it in public, but I do wear it. Many times I have to fight my wife for it, as she loves to wear it, too. It has seen better days, and my wife probably needs to buy me a new one.

If I didn’t tell you already, my wife loves the Golden Girls. I wasn’t a huge fan, but watched an episode or two and always felt like Sophia was just like my Italian grandma!

This week, she sends me a text with a photo asking if we could go to a show. It’s a Golden Girls show. I don’t know anything about it, except it is coming close to us a couple times.

My wife and I don’t get date nights too often, so I got us tickets. I looked her in the eye today and said, “So if going to this Golden Girls show doesn’t prove that I love you ….” Before I could get any further she interrupted me and said, “Hey! I went to that stupid Three Stooges Festival with you, remember?!”