Saturday, July 13, 2019

How they met: "I delivered his mail"

Debbie worked for the U.S. Postal Service for 30 years. And on one of her first few routes delivering mail in Southern California, she met her husband David.

That was cool.
David watches Debbie dance to a video game.

"He lived in one of the apartment complexes I delivered to, and had a perfect view of me putting mail in the box next-door," she said.

But when David finally worked up the nerve to talk to Debbie, she wasn't impressed.

"He walked by and asked, 'How's it going?' and I just waved him off,'" Debbie said.

So David asked a guy who worked with Debbie to talk to her. But she brushed him off, too.

"My friend would like to meet you," her co-worker said.

"Yeah, right," Debbie said. "You don't have any friends!"

But eventually the stoic guy who rarely smiles got a date with the sarcastic gal who rarely stops laughing. At the end of the night David said, "I had a great time."

"I said, 'Yeah, I could tell,'" Debbie recalls with a laugh. "And I guess that did it for him!"

Next year,  they will celebrate their 25th anniversary.

In the limo after their wedding in Las Vegas.

Thursday, July 4, 2019

Poem: If My Life Were a Campsite

If my life were a campsite,
the dog might be the light.

But my husband is the tent
the campfire
and the hotdogs.

And me?
He says I'm the marshmallows.