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Post by Lady Margaret on Dec 26, 2016 22:58:28 GMT -5
So, hubby and I are watching The Dick Van Dyke show and it was an episode where Rob runs into a guy on the golf course and as they are talking realizes that this guy is an old boyfriend of Laura's. Rob goes home and confronts Laura about why she never told him about this guy and she accuses him of finding the shoebox of sonnets the guy wrote her that she had hidden in the basement. SO, hubby asks if anyone ever wrote me poetry. I only had one other boyfriend and I don't remember him writing me poetry. I told him no, the only thing romantic ever written for me was a song that hubby wrote to me while we were dating. He didn't remember it so I got out the scrapbook I kept of all his letters. He opens it up and sees dates listed in the front and starts asking me "What happened on August 30?" and I tell him the significance of each date. He turns the page and sees another lists of dates, and he says "You kept track of every time I called you???" complete disbelief in his voice. Silly hubby. And I'm sitting here astonished that he didn't, lol.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 7:00:19 GMT -5
Dick Van Dyke is a favorite. Clever comedy never outlasts its welcome.
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Post by Motto on Dec 27, 2016 9:09:50 GMT -5
Hi, Dick van Dyke, is a ghost of Xmas past, family fun, you do not have to be a poet to send a lady a poem, there is so much available to borrow online these days, bye.
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Post by papipeguy on Dec 27, 2016 10:50:51 GMT -5
Maggie, men never have nor ever will understand women; and that's the beauty of your mystery.
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Post by Lady Margaret on Dec 27, 2016 11:48:09 GMT -5
Dick Van Dyke is a favorite. Clever comedy never outlasts its welcome.
Yes, indeed! We don't even have cable TV any more, we just buy DVD sets of old TV shows we enjoy and watch that. There isn't much on today of any interest to watch.
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Post by Lady Margaret on Dec 27, 2016 11:55:14 GMT -5
Maggie, men never have nor ever will understand women; and that's the beauty of your mystery.
well, thank you for that! however, whatever mystery there may be to me can kind of be summed up by three letters: OCD
I recorded every phone call, every letter (as well as kept every letter) and marked every special date, and that was my OCD. But I was quite glad about that because without those notes I never would have realized that I accepted hubby's marriage proposal (finally -- there is a story to that, and the ring came a few months later when we finally set a date, and that was the date I originally remembered) on October 7, and our son ended up being born on an October 7. He was a week overdue
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