
"I met my husband more than ten years ago. At the time, he was working in a dental laboratory, and I was a delivery driver.
One day, I was walking out of the building, he was walking in, and he nearly ran right over me! He snarled as he went past, and I decided I didn’t like him very much.
A few months later, they hired me at the dental laboratory in the same department as my future husband- the denture department.
We both had other partners at the time, but we put aside our differences and became friends. After we broke up with our ex’s, we fell in love. A while after that, we decided to get married.
We had kept our relationship pretty quiet, and there was only one other person who actually knew about it. When we told everyone in the office we were getting married, they thought we were joking! It took them awhile, but they believed us in the end.
We decided to get married on the forth of July in Reno. As my husband puts it, when the neighbors see fireworks coming out of the house, they’ll never know if we’re celebrating or fighting!
But when it comes down to it, we’ve only had one dispute during our marriage¬– I like custom coffee, he likes Folgers. We seem to be able to live with that pretty well.
Now, we’ve both retired and we’re snowbirds. We’re up North for the summer, but as soon as it gets cold again, we’ll head back to Arizona. It’s a good life."
