Then

It was official. We were homeschooling. Clarkette #1 was 4. There was no reason we shouldn’t be doing school…all day long. So do it, we did. Every day, day in and day out, we did school. It didn’t matter that she didn’t love doing it – we don’t do school because we love it, we do it because we have to. DUH! Everyone knows that.

Love is in the air

Our courtship (if you could call it that) was tumultuous at best. We were known for our intense fighting, slamming doors and squealing tires. There was nothing peaceful, nor angelic about our coming together. We moved heaven and earth to become one.

Jeff proposed in the middle of a fight. He said something – and I don’t remember now what it was – and we were arguing about it. I remember saying, “I can’t stand it when you do that.” He said, “Okay, but will you be able to stand it 50 yrs from now?” I said, “I doubt it.” He said, “Want to give it a try?” (He’s such a romantic, what can I say? That was the first thing that attracted me to him…that and his big size 11 1/2 feet tossed up on my desk!)     We were so pitifully broke, we didn’t even have enough money between us to go out to dinner to celebrate, so we bought a box of Ding Dongs and a 2 liter bottle of Grape Nehi.