My wedding anniversary is tomorrow. Again … please … no gifts.
Mayor Ringer saw me in town and asked, “How bout I take you to breakfast Saturday?”
There’s no answer for that, cept yes. You can ask what the catch is, but I didn’t. I merely said, “Yes.” If it was for barbeque, I woulda asked where, cause a man will drive 150 miles if that’s where the best ribs are.
Saturday morning, the mayor picked me…