My mum and dads hippy wedding

Oh what a heartwarming and romantic tale that really is x - that must have been a hard example to live up to! My mum and dad were really romantic - he loved her mini skirts and she , well I think she just felt sorry for him! lol xxx

Ack, no, my parents just fought all of the time. They made war not love, but they had a few sprouts just the same. Dad was a butcher (I guess the polite term in meat cutter these days) and Mum thought that she of all people should be able to get fresh meat without the preservatives, but Dad was an ornery cuss and said what was good enough for the other housewives ought to be good enough for her. She was an ornery cuss, too, but way ahead of the game on all the green stuff. He kept bringing home that hamburger with the red dye in it and she would fly into a rage and kept telling him that if he didn't want to be a man and treat his own wife decently, at least he should think of what he was feeding the children. She fed that stuff to the dog and sent him back for untainted beef. But they both were farmers at heart, so they finally compromised by raising a bit of meat on the hoof and Dad butchered that at home and left out the additives. Mum fed and raised the animals and cooked up the meat and they gardened together. We ate organic before it became a parlour term.

That's a great story. I can't say I have a romantic story to tell about my parents, but I do have an ironic act to share. Today is their 37th wedding anniersary, and the ironic part is tha they divorced 15 years ago. LOL Oh well, 37 years ago today they did something that ensured my existance and for that I am thankful.

So, I wonder what they served at their reception. Maybe they just went out to the local park and grabbed as much grass as the could, ensuring a great covering of mud and poop to add flavour? Oh, and not to mention the bugs, because even vegetarians aren't going to notice those! I know when you start a discussion, I am always going to get a laugh from it!