Thirty-one years ago today, my parental units stood under a chuppah and pledged their troth. (What exactly is troth, by the way? And what did they pledge to do with it?) And, this blog is pleased to report, they're still happily troth-pledged, for which I personally am grateful. There are many, many people out there, far stranger than the parental units I currently have, whose offspring I would never want to be.
Anyway, happy anniversary to my parental units! 31 years, and still going! And, as my male parental unit likes to say, that's longer than most murderers get!
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