My husband bought and wore brand new corduroy jeans and new T-shirt and I wore my favorite hippie dress with the plunging neckline down to the waist. It was a catered affair--champagne & cookies.
I don't think the judge ever got over it. After all, it was Wisconsin, not Vegas.
We lasted.
I don't think the judge ever got over it. After all, it was Wisconsin, not Vegas.
We lasted.